My love life is like my nails.
I can't really commit to a single shade
because when i look down at my finger tips
I think back to the times when a professional was
manicuring my hands, making them perfect

so these other shades don't really seem to fit
because I miss certain sections
accidentally paint my cuticles
my hang nails are everlasting
i always smear them before they dry
and leave an imprint that shows that I was impatient
and fell asleep

do you see what I'm getting at?
He was more than just a single shade
because from red to violet
they always made him perfect

now i look down at my nail bites and wonder
if my hands will ever reach that beauty my
nail technician would bring out
the same way I wonder if I'll meet someone
that brings the vibrance out in me
someone that makes me feel perfect

I can't commit to a nail color,
because no matter what shade I choose
it'll never amount to you.