Pique

I made you My best friend And i gave you reason to believe You were emotionally sated And socially complete When i grew up you grew lonely Now i can't be what you need I'm nothing if i'm nothing but a yes man I try my best I guess my best is not enough And now i'm getting used To getting used by you So much so that i'm starting to feel right at home On the whipping post You're in my bones and you're in my teeth Imperfect form from imperfect seeds And in the end i know that i can never let go Cause pound for pound i know you'd let me Now you made me With no clue as how to raise me To be a stand-up man You brought me into the shitshow Without a penny or a plan Now i'm a failure Cursed with male genitalia A parasitic fuck With no clue as to what men do Impossible to love You're in my bones and you're in my teeth Imperfect form from imperfect seeds And in the end i know that i can never let go Cause pound for pound i know you'd let me I'm nothing if i'm nothing but a yes man I try my best I guess my best is not enough And now i'm getting used To getting used by you So much so that i'm starting to feel right at home...