you're this wild thing, and i can't tame you.
this is the sort of thing that's supposed to pass for romantic?
this is the sort of bullshit i should accept in lieu of honesty?
this is the sort of thing you'd say about me if we were living our little romance on a fucking movie set.
news flash: this is the real thing baby.
and i'm beginning to realize how ridiculous it is that i'm the one who's insecure in this relationship. it's ridiculous that i'm so afraid i'm gonna lose you, you won't love me, you're gonna leave me.
fuck that hard.
because i'm figuring out, baby... that i'm the closest thing to perfect that you're gonna get. and i'm as perfect as i'm ever gonna be.
you're right when you say you can't change me.
you're spot fucking on when you say you've gotta take the good with the bad.
so start fucking acting like it.
i may be crazy. i may be a little warped, a little loud, a little green.
but i'm also everything you ever said that you wanted.
and if i'm not enough...
well baby, speak up. you'd be surprised at what i can pull out of my ass.
you'd be surprised at how much i'd give you.
you've just got to let me know.
but the irony again--what's so fucking ridiculous--is i'm better off alone.
i'm better off unbinded. i'm better off taking care of myself.
as the song goes, i am flawed if i'm not free.
but the thing is, and i know it's even more ridiculous... for whatever fucking reason i love your crazy ass. and you love my crazy ass.
and we just love crazy asses.
so i'm willing to go for it...
but i'm pretty much OVER being so damn insecure.
