You told me I could do much better than that
But that you loved me anyway
You rubbed my nose in it and told me it stank
But I'd improve and that's okay
You estimated I was five out of ten
It was the best that I could do
Black and brown and blue
You'd read an article on Medium that
You said had opened up your mind
All purple pa**ages and pa**able prose
Predicting fate for all mankind
Such opportunity to stress yourself out
And manufacture an excuse
To paint me with the brush you do
Black out the windows and white out the lines
In the script I'd attributed to you
It doesn't matter any more anyway
Nobody's watching in the way they used to
Took you to dinner with the world's population
Who so graciously took care of the bill
You wonder openly what you ever saw in me
They're watching awkwardly and can't sit still
I know they wonder what I see in you
And they treat me in the transparent way they do
And I spend all my time resembling a cartoon