The Gardener

I'm not man enough to be human

But I'm trying to fit in

And I'm learning to fake it

Don't ever meet their friends

Tells you too much or not enough

Or worse, exactly the wrong thing

Every nuance, every detail

Every movement, every smell

Sound, phrase, inflection, the way she laughs

These are all the things that you either obsessively fetishize

Or make yourself grow to love

Although you are supposed to be done growing

She is still growing

It's like a garden with two flowers

One just blooming and casting a shadow, just like yours

And then it becomes a struggle

Of sunlight or rain or weeds

She and every she

Is doomed to be your idea of her

She and every she

Is doomed to be your idea of her

I'm not man enough to be human

But I'm trying to fit in

And I'm learning to fa-fa-fa-fake it

But worse so, back to the point

You are no longer the flower and the sun

And most importantly the garden or the gardener

A muse, your amusement, I am used

It's all ruined if you meet their friends

She and every she

Is doomed to be your idea of her

She and every she

Is doomed to be your idea of her

I'm not man enough to be human

But I'm trying to fit in

And I'm learning to fa-fa-fa-fake it

Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fake it

Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fake it

Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fake it

Fa-fa-fa-fake it

You never wanted to share

Your concept of your creation

With any other gods or worshippers

Your book isn't burned

It was never written

Your book isn't burned

It was never written

I'm not man enough to be human

But I'm trying to fit in

And I'm learning to fa-fa-fa-fake it

Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fake it

Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fake it

Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fake it

Fa-fa-fa-fake it