My perfect mistake is you
but I like it, and it’s true
for I wasn’t supposed to trust anymore,
but whenever I try to runaway, I fall.  You are the enemy I love to fight everyday
I call you amazing, you call  me lover… and it sounds sweeter than the breeze of my morning day
It’s your eyes I’d love to kiss goodnight
It’s your ears I’d love to whisper sweet dreams
my perfect mistake is you and yes it’s true.

I
want to be her man.
I want to hold her in my hand.
I want her heart to lend itself to me.
I want her eyes to look past all the others and fix right on me.
I want her to want me.
I want to grow old with you girl.
I want to count the wrinkles on your face in thirty years.
I want you to be my last memory.

I
Spend so much time
Looking
Up
To you
That
I
Forget to keep an eye on my own path.

What can I say
I really have nothing for you
Not  a fond memory
No, not even one
At least not of you
I'd have to say the best thing you did for me
Was to leave.
Leave me to take care of my brothers
What's that you say?
Oh you thought my alcoholic father would
Take care of us.
That's funny, he was as interested in us as you
I guess he did at least stay.
I think he stayed because nobody else would have him.
But still he stayed.
I remember the ****** lips when he came home
We always hoped he'd have a good day.
Boy the bad days were sure rough on us.
Hell, we were little boys.
We weren't wise to the ways of the world
I never dreamed that a five year old child wasn't meant to stay home and raise his brothers while
His dad sat in the bar
Sat in the bar drinking away his sorrows.
I guess I should say I was a bit upset when I learned that you were found in a ditch
A ditch on the other side of the country.
Beaten, bruised, battered, naked oh mom who did this
Who did this to you?
I see, it was the man you left us for.
Mom, we would have never done that to you
So why, why did you leave?
It must have been for the adventure.
Boy, what an adventure it must have been.
You did pass your sense of adventure onto us
Yes all three of us.

What were the odds?
The odds of us meeting.
Meeting on that beautiful day
'Twas two weeks ago Sunday.
A day that I'll always hold dear and near to my heart.
I often wonder
I wonder why?
Why did we meet?
Was it destiny?
I'm not sure.
I'm thinking it was necessity.
Although, I never knew I needed you until the moment
The moment I met you.
You make me smile when I want to cry
You make me cry when I want to be angry
You make my eyes close when I think of you.
You make my desire grow strong.
What an unlikely couple
Unlikely couple we will be.

Sometimes when I think of us
I think this is the best it will ever be.
It makes me think that I should set you free
If I were to set you free now we would
Only have the best of memories.
There would never be any bad memories
To get in the way of my thoughts of you
The thoughts that make me smile
Oh boy do those thoughts make me smile
If I let you go now I can keep all the good
And
Avoid all the bad.
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