Complimentary Me

When I was a girl I dreamt of my twin

She shared all my flaws, she lived in my skin

She always forgave me no matter the sin

She finished my jokes before I'd begin

When I got older I asked for a dog

I dressed him in my clothes, I taught him right from wrong

I told him to love me more than his bone

But he ran after a milk truck, and he never came back home

Oh, dear me

What a strange peculiar theme

That I should always seek

Someone just like me

Oh, can it be

Such a constant ache in me

That I should always seek

That complimentary me?

Oh, all of my lovers, they all end the same

They see what I am, and they all fly away

'Cause I pick at their scabs, and I rub off their stains

'Til they can't quite recall their own God-given names

Oh, dear me

What a strange, peculiar theme

That I should always seek

Someone just like me

Oh can it be

Such a constant ache in me

That I should always seek

Someone just like me?

Oh, dear me

Oh, dear me

Oh, can it be

Such a constant ache in me

That I should always seek

That complimentary me?