The Gardener

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 amusement 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