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
It tells you too much
Or not enough
Or worse
Exactly the wrong thing
Every nuance
Every detail
Every movement
Every smell
Sound
Phrase
The way she laughs
These are the things that you obsessively fetishize
Or make yourself grow to love
But you are supposed to be done growing
She is still growing
Its like a garden with two flowers
One just blocking and casting a shadow
Just like yours
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 fake it Fa fa fa fa fake it Fa fa fa fa fake it Ffffffffffffffake 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
Its all ruined if you meet their friends
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 fake it Fa fa fa fa fake it Fa fa fa fa fake it Ffffffffffffffake 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 fake it Fa fa fa fa fake it Fa fa fa fa fake it Ffffffffffffffake it