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