She’s so ugly.
When you see me, what’s the first thing you think?
She said I don’t know if I’ve ever been good enough
I’m a little bit rusty, and I think my head is caving in
And I don’t know if I’ve ever been really loved
By hands that touched me, and I feel like something’s gonna give
And I’m a little bit angry, well
This ain’t over, no not here, not while I still need you around
You don’t owe me, we might change
Yeah, we just might feel good
She said I don’t know why you ever would lie to me
Like I’m a little untrusting when I think that the truth is gonna hurt ya
And I don’t know why you couldn’t just stay with me
You couldn’t stand to be near me
When my face don’t seem to want to shine
‘cos it’s a little bit dirty, well
Don’t just stand there, say nice things to me
‘Cos I’ve been cheated, I’ve been wronged
You don’t know me, I can’t change
I won’t do anything at all
Oh, but don’t bowl me over
Just wait a minute, well it kinda fell apart, things get so crazy, crazy
Don’t rush this, baby, don’t rush this baby, baby
I wanna push you around, well I will, well I will
I wanna push you down, well I will, well I will
I wanna take you for granted, yeah, yeah, yeah
If I saw myself, I would run as far away in the opposite direction as I possibly could. If someone who was the mirror image, the mirror identity of myself greeted me in passing, I would acknowledge them subtly, without soul, and try not to look them in the eye. If they tried to engage me in conversation, I would keep my responses brief and generic to prevent them from assuming we made any sort of connection.
And, god forbid, if I was to unconsciously nurse a relationship with someone precisely like myself by making eye contact, good conversation, smiling at them genuinely…
I would pray to some ethereal spirit to allow me to erase this person from my day-to-day routine, and then rewind my life back to the seconds before I gave her that first unconscious smile, prevent myself from committing such an atrocity, and happily go on with my day.
If I saw you, walking down the street. I would happily, lovingly break your spinal column. True love crushes spleens. The only way I would run? It would be to make it a flying-tackle-hug
You are incredible. In all the best ways.