The Flawed Batch

I met this woman...

Meet me here we'll speak of it later
So you can give me reasons to hate her
You're annoyed that she closes her eyes
When she smiles and tilts her head to the side
Sapphire eyes filled with curiosity
Tongue and lungs filled with virtuosity
You can't stand that she blushes so much
And holds out a peace sign like it's her crutch
Idealism matches my cynicism
We see the same play in the stadium
We have different seats and vantage angles
I say “cuffs” she thinks “chained bangles”
So tell me again, what's wrong with this one?
Why should I give up and just run?
You have the floor so speak freely
But speak only for you and not for me

You tell me “what's wrong with you?
The perfect girl is in front of you...”

What makes this the flawed batch?
You kept it in, let it all unlatch
Opposites attract but we're a match
You're telling me this while plans hatch
You say they all make me feel trapped
You act as that has no strings attached
I catch your drift you hold the patch
And the rest of this is one flawed batch

I met this woman...

Meet me here later so we can discuss this
Why you're not shocked I don't feel disgusted
She says 'L-O-L' in place of laughter
And she cried for Jack on a two person rafter
You hate how she says “what.” when I talk
And you translate for me with a hint of mock
But she smiles and sees new opportunities
And she memorized every line from her favorite movie
Her cherry speech raises the state I'm in
I meant her lips – not her hymen
Tell me this why were you agitated?
When you thought I implied we fornicated
Okay fine shift conversation
About how you think this girl is overrated
You have the floor so speak freely
But speak only for you and not for me

You tell me “what's wrong with you?
The perfect girl is in front of you...”

What makes this the flawed batch?
You kept it in, let it all unlatch
Opposites attract but we're a match
You're telling me this while plans hatch
You say they all make me feel trapped
You act as that has no strings attached
I catch your drift you hold the patch
And the rest of this is one flawed batch

You know a boy...

You tell me this and reach for a cigarette
You say this boy is the kindest idiot
You give him hints and he sees none
He doesn't know what is you speak of
Young grown friends from kids of yore
I don't know about you but he sounds like a bore
You laugh and blush I call you out
I want to meet the man that you speak about
You say he's not here but hopefully
He can pick up on your subtly
I ask if he's just a crush
And not some boyfriend who's just lost
You nod, you laugh, you sigh and smirk
Jokefully hit me call me a jerk
You have the floor so speak freely
But speak only for you and not for me

You tell me “what's wrong with you?
The perfect girl is in front of you...”

What makes this the flawed batch?
You kept it in, let it all unlatch
Opposites attract but we're a match
You're telling me this while plans hatch
You say they all make me feel trapped
You act as that has no strings attached
I catch your drift you hold the patch
And the rest of this is one flawed batch