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 blooming and casting a shadow

Just like yours
Then it becomes 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 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 amu!@&(t
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 fa fa fa fake it

Fa fa fa fa 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 fa fa fa fake it

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

Ffffffffffffffake it