One in Two

You only like me because I remind you of you
And don’t give me that lame I can relate to
Cause’ when you ask my hand in company I’ll tell you that I’d hate to
Spend a couple hours with my thick-headed, more masculine self
You’re a disorganized shelf
I’d like to alphabetize you so you might understand yourself
The words written are spoken in mannerism
Hit the walls in waves they pulse and hit the plaster
Oblivious to the signals sent in your direction
The only body language you’re capable of understanding is the kind that gives you an erection
And you don’t remember anything I said but you always remember to use protection
Because the worst thing in the world be
To be permanently tied to me
Admit it.
You have no idea if we’re anything alike
But you like that I’m like you
I wanted to be just like you
I admit it.
I was oblivious too
The fact that you created me in the image of your reflection
Let’s face it.
I could compete with all the girls in the world for your approval, your attention
But you would always be more in love with yourself than anyone else

Once brought a knife to this body to shape myself impeccably
And now I hope to god that I’ve made enough mistakes to retain a measure of individuality
Because the body of somebody who’s a replica of another body isn’t anybody
So I search desperately for remnants of myself that might prove
That there are more differences than our sex organs provide
That we look not simply through eyes of a different color, but with different outlooks entirely
You look before you cross the road, but you do not see those you walk beside
And you call yourself an optimist but you’re too focused on the fact that it takes less than half a glass of water to drown
Drink this down

I’m the mirror you admire
The image that sets your pride on fire
I’m the glass from which you drink
You’re emptier than you think
So I challenge you sir;
To shatter your reflection
To gaze into my absence and find you are nothing.