You'd cover my face when you'd fu*k me We were intimate without intimacy Like a gutter punk-tuation In a foreign conversation I feel like Thoreau at party I throw I'm a selfmade scarecrow I love you more than I hate me Cuz you are everything I wish I could be I'm a friendless best friend A single bookend, "a walking dead ender" "I'm a return to sender" We didn't know the fix was in Years before our race was run Our epilogue was predestin Like a Maori tribe 4th son Like a Randy Rhodes scholar Or a rotary cell phone A slave is lost without their collar The unfavorite sundial tone My conscience disobeys me Because I always cease to amaze me I'm like a virgin blossom I'm on the verge of nawesome A unhip-hop scotch blend Where everyone tried to pretend They didn't want our love to end But we all knew that it had to