When I first met him
He told me that I had a lot to say
And that no one would listen
But he would

He pinned me so flawlessly
As if he had thrown a thumbtack at a mosquito wing
I'm not in love with him
Far from it, in fact
But he interests me.
He's the sort of person you only meet once
He doesn't fit into a type
Because he's every kind of different
And I love talking to him
Because I don't already know what he's going to say before he says it
He's got such a ******* up life
But he is one of the best people I know
It's fascinating, really
He could be incredible, if given a better chance
But he isn't
And he doesn't complain
And yet he still lets me talk

When I first met him
He told me that I had a lot to say
And that no one would listen
But he would
And he has never broken that promise.