Love Song #551 (The One and Oddly You)

LOVE SONG #551 (THE ONE AND ODDLY YOU)

I ended up at the house of your art

And I’m still knocking, I’m still knocking

Doled out the sweet silver song of my heart

And your bird’s still mocking, bird’s still mocking

I can’t be all that you want me to be and be me

You can’t be nobody too—the one and oddly you

Served up the mess of myself in a sonnet

And put your name on it so you can’t pawn it

The rhymes were so rancid you wanted to vomit

But everything’s better with Grey Poupon it

I can’t be all that you want me to be and be me

You can’t be nobody too—the one and oddly you

I can’t uncraze your inscrutable ways in a song

You seem amazed at the million ways I get em wrong

Saying, I can’t be all that you make me to be and be me

You can’t be nobody too—the one and oddly you

My brightest decisions were made on bad dope

And I’m still paying, I’m still paying

I thought I’d find rest at the end of my rope

But it’s still fraying, I’m just saying

I can’t be all that I wanted to be and be me

You can’t be no one but you—the one and oddly you

Since there’s no help let’s hold true to the hopeless we are

I’ll be the black empty aching embracing your star, where you are

Never the light that you hoped you would see and be me

You ain’t my kind of dark but you’ll do—the one and oddly you

Twinkling there out of the blue

Even when everything’s through

Hard to believe that you’re truly the one and oddly you