Pique

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 fuck

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 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...