Calm your shaky, ink covered hands
Paint me a picture of somebody who is perfect in every way
As I allude on about their various quirks and features
You start to see that the picture you're painting is a self portrait
Mutter under your breath in disbelieve you continue on
Until you see the subtilties
that only a man who cared enough to notice could see
Now the only question is, am I so vain as to think
you could notice me as I notice you?
I guess it's a question that will have to be left unanswered
because whichever answer I get would knock me out
So hard and fast I wouldn't be able to tell which way is up or down
And as I stand outstretched and yelling into the wind
Where did I lose it?
Where did I go wrong?
You'll probably be in some far off country, or somewhere close to home
Living a life one could write a whole series of novels about
I'll be here
Right where I was
Until I turn to stone
And crumble under the ever eroding land
That is my love life