I think about all the times before you
I think about
how
I could never ignore you
I think about how you're the perfect woman
You can treat me like the perfect man  with all my failures
with all my defected characters
the origins of letting secrets out
A blossom
A bloom
I'll never feel good enough for you
I keep trying to add up serenity
To subtract my own security
By dividing my own sanity
I'm just going to have to be me
you love me so perfectly
that I'll just have to do
My intention
My reflection
Truths you only show me