The Merchant of Flatbush

The next to last time I fell for this Was right between eyes And your thighs won't quit Haunting my cliches Beat me down I pray The same things that Everyone before me prayed But nearly as eloquently I had you next to nothing You stood up pretty well I had you next to nothing You stood up pretty well I had you next to nothing You stood up pretty well I had you next to nothing You stood up pretty well I think the next time That we have sex It won't be called that anymore For our post human selves So Can we forgive Our last debt One pound of flesh but Don't you take not one Drop of blood or sweat I'm choking on my cliches Choking on my cliches Saying the same things That everyone before me Said But not nearly as eloquently I had you next to nothing You stood up pretty well I had you next to nothing You stood up pretty well I had you next to nothing You stood up pretty well I had you next to nothing You stood up pretty well You know I point the finger at you You know I point the finger at you You know I point the finger at You you you you you The one in the mirror that's you You know I point the finger at you You know I point the finger at you You know I point the finger at You you you you you The zeros in the mirror we're you I'm just a... I'm just a 1 next to 0 So I look like a million Don't I smell like a trillion bucks Especially that one time I've only kissed you one time I know you felt it in your gut I'm just a 1 next to 0s So I look like a trillion Don't I smell like a million bucks Especially that one time I've only kissed you one time I know you felt it in your gut I'm just a 1 next to 0s So I look like a million Don't I smell like a trillion bucks Especially that one time I've only kissed you one time I know you felt it in your gut I'm just a 1 next to 0s So I look like a trillion Don't I smell like a million bucks Especially that one time I've only kissed you one time I've only kissed you One time But not nearly as eloquently Terence how is it that you have Come to like so much this girl that Sits atop your bed at nights Just sipping beer Fighting the fatigue Of really hot summer nights as her Complaints trail away into soft sighs As an astute observer of life I Always find it a slightly odd yet Intriguing idea that a man's heart Can be warmed by my presence Self hate or pure inquisition I may never be sure of the source of My disbelief Actually I find I hold my disbelief So strong that sometimes I Subconsciously reject the love beams That are cast at me It's like an invisible shield If I can't imagine why then just maybe it doesn't really exist And if it doesn't exist then Well I don't really have to do anything about it If friendship were measured in how much a person understands And accepts another then would that make you my best friend? I know I know it's the word that every guy hates and runs from Friend ooh What is the state of a world that runs from friends But I think I might have lost you In my world Follow the bright lights Down the tunnel up to the 7th floor Now there Terence I know you eagerly await my response So here it is Because I love the electrodes that dance around your brain And your relentless friendship And your understanding hands I will tell you As I come to love myself so will I you I am that I am and one day I may love you too