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We are our own demise I am becoming procrastination Reckless, sexist, crooked, confused You are so often wrong about you and uoeno We have self-identified as particleboard, paper maché, duct taped And we are wrong, and right, and confused It's complicated, but so is a star A flower, a quasar, a friendship, a marriage May we become a refuge for the complicated As for me, well, I'll zip up my emotions into this dusty duffel bag I've aptly named poetry And I'll be on my merry way as soon as my pride turns me loose I'll unmangle the last morsel of manhood I could muster Ma'am, I seem to have misplaced my confidence Last place I've seen it, it was right at the altar of your love It's complicated I am becoming... complicated We may scratch ourselves raw to erase the image we were made in Smoke, snort, sex or drown out the silence We may waste our savings on makeovers To rhinoplasty our daddy's nose away But no nip, no tuck can cut away the sense of obligation We are becoming what we are not But what we are is inescapable You are a masterpiece fighting to be a silly selfie with a hideous filter You are handmade heavens and calligraphy SongtexteSlumming it among papyrus fonts You are a perfect and eternal poet -- laureate -- Complete works with a laundry list of identity issues Sometimes our plumbing don't match our urges Your femininity forged a force field that protects your posterity Your masculinity musters up moxey to conquer mountains for your family You are rightful heir to not just a kingdom But a universe and you have your father's eyes Stop acting like a traitor You are revelation revealed You are pyramid constructors, conductors, conduits of lightning At the same time you speak, you breathe arsenic carcinogenic, causes car sickness These scars are our witness To love hard is hard living, but it's life It's what you are It's what you will be And it's complicated But then again, so are stars, childbirth, parenting, us Aus Songtexte Mania