The One

THE ONE

The question of everyone's lips,
Is there such a thing as the one?
I seem to only meet girls that mess me around,
Or ditch me after they've had all their fun.
A friend told me once,
On a drunken night,
That in this big bad world,
You can't escape all these lies,
There's only one person you can trust,
And that's yourself,
So everyone else,
Can just go to hell!

It's hard to find the path between love and hate,
But I believe in hope, and I believe in fate,
Because if there's no perfect girl,
And no perfect life,
I can understand why men settle for their only-adequate wives,
But I'm not one of those men,
I refuse to give up,
Sure I'm no Brad Pitt,
Perhaps I deserve some cheap slut,
Because unless I can match her? What would I be?
Would she be lowering her standards, and settling for me?
But I wouldn't want that, I want to be someone's guy,
Not the one they put up with, or laugh at or cry,
But the one that they need, they one they can't live without,
Is that asking too much? To mean so much?
For a girl to depend on my loving touch?
And my touch alone, I'm not talking about because I'm doing it
right,
I mean because I'm me, and that should be enough, alright?

Perhaps I'm delusional, a little fucked in the head,
Thinking there's a match for everyone, even for
The murderers that should have bled,
You could call this obsession, or madness or guilt,
It's like imagining I'm royalty, a quilt woven of silk,
Thinking we deserve better, thinking you're wrong,
But I'm not wrong! Let me finish this song!
For settling for something that's going to end in divorce,
Fine I'll stay out of it, let nature take its course.
Who am I to stay who you should love?
I'm just an average joe, just human of blood,

I could end up lonely, a decaying old guy,
Because I never found her, in all of earth's skies,
But give me credit, at least I'm going to try,
I hear you laughing and asking me why,
There's no perfect girl! What's wrong with you man?
You've got better luck rubbing a genie's lamp,
And seeing her rise from the sands!
Perhaps you are right,
Perhaps I'm a fool,
It's strange that love is the one thing they don't teach you in
school.
But I'm going to keep searching, because true love is the meaning of
life,
Because I refuse to settle, I'd rather slit my wrists with a knife