| i made you | |
| my best friend | |
| and i gave you reason to believe | |
| you were emotionally sated | |
| and socially complete | |
| when i grew up you grew lonely | |
| now i can't be what you need | |
| i'm nothing if i'm nothing but a yes man | |
| i try my best | |
| i guess my best is not enough | |
| and now i'm getting used | |
| to getting used by you | |
| so much so that i'm starting to feel right at home | |
| on the whipping post | |
| you're in my bones and you're in my teeth | |
| imperfect form from imperfect seeds | |
| and in the end i know that i can never let go | |
| cause pound for pound i know you'd let me | |
| now you made me | |
| with no clue as how to raise me | |
| to be a stand-up man | |
| you brought me into the shitshow | |
| without a penny or a plan | |
| now i'm a failure | |
| cursed with male genitalia | |
| a parasitic **** | |
| with no clue as to what men do | |
| impossible to love | |
| you're in my bones and you're in my teeth | |
| imperfect form from imperfect seeds | |
| and in the end i know that i can never let go | |
| cause pound for pound i know you'd let go of you and me | |
| i'm nothing if i'm nothing but a yes man | |
| i try my best | |
| i guess my best is not enough | |
| and now i'm getting used | |
| to getting used by you | |
| so much so that i'm starting to feel right at home... |