All He Has To Do (Piano Glitch)

all he has to be

is the least bit better than me

these days, I get the feeling

I’m making his job easy

all he has to do

is be there

and rational

when I’m no good for you

I know

I know

if just one person

could describe his positives

without the inevitable

stream of perjoratives

he’d stand up next to me

like a god in neon lights

you know you’ve found the right boy

no struggle, no fights

if he’s five foot nine or more

he’s what you’re looking for – and all I’ve hated

shining bright blue eyes

mine are breakbeat brown

and dilated

I bet he holds his temper

just like I hold my drink

I bet he’s holding you right now

I tried

but I still sink

I’m made of different metal

and sometimes

I take too long to settle

before I’m happy in myself

I wouldn’t blame you

I’d never ask you why

Not my job to save you

but you chose the wrong fucking guy