Friday, September 3, 2010

Nobody's Perfect

And I wish you'd see me
like I see me
not golden, bathed in
some angel perfection
but just lucky enough to catch
some angled light

because when look at me that way
all misty and glassy and floating along
I can't get better;
I can only do you wrong

and in my eyes you saw some light
some ethereal, more than a being
but instead a beam, something more than
I could ever be.

I'm just a girl, not even a man with a plan
I'm just some girl, with some shaking hands
sleeping on the bottom step of your stairs
getting tangled up in the curls of your hair

there's no such thing as falling up
and even though I'm tough
when I plummet from this pedestal
I'm gonna bruise and scratch so easily

Baby, I'm gonna look so rough to you
you won't even recognize me
and the noise I'll hear as I'm getting up
it'll be the sound of you leaving me.

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