I used to be serene, suave, cool...

Then you show up, the perfect person.

Your crazy obsessions drive you to the edge.

You make it impossible to remain apathetic.

It's not cool the way you take me with you...

Was it your plan?

The way you showed up while I was playing...?

I never let anyone listen before...

But you just walk in, carrying your perfection with you.

I stayed up all night when you ran off,

I know it was my fault, but you say it's okay.

You say you're trash, garbage, you don't deserve to live

All because of what? Three lines?

I try to get you to understand,

to see.

But all I do is ruin you... I don't mean to.

But, I guess that's what happens

when asymmetry falls for perfection.