I think I love you, you precious **** Your every flaw, your every quirk That painful glare, your disregard Your comebacks when they’re cold and hard
I maybe love the way it stings The times you tell me awful things Your smile when it’s dripping pride And disrespects the other side
When your conceit controls your vision Exposing your sinful disposition When you laugh, and it’s like a threat A joke that only you can get
I think I love you and your ***** smirk The way you lie like fixed clockwork Your callused hands, your rough raw lips Your wandering gaze, the way it slips
I just might love the way you boast The way you yell, but still get close Your abrasive touch, your shifting whims Your deceptions, their countless victims
I could be wrong, I could be senseless But within my heart I feel defenseless There might be something wrong with me But I truly love your flawed beauty.