The Merchant of Flatbush

The next to last time
I fell for this
Was right between eyes
And your thighs won't quit
Haunting my cliches
Beat me down I pray
The same things that
Everyone before me prayed

But nearly as eloquently

I had you next to nothing
You stood up pretty well

I had you next to nothing
You stood up pretty well

I had you next to nothing
You stood up pretty well

I had you next to nothing
You stood up pretty well

I think the next time
That we have sex
It won't be called that anymore
For our post human selves
So
Can we forgive
Our last debt
One pound of flesh but
Don't you take not one
Drop of blood or sweat

I'm choking on my cliches
Choking on my cliches

Saying the same things
That everyone before me
Said

But not nearly as eloquently

I had you next to nothing
You stood up pretty well

I had you next to nothing
You stood up pretty well

I had you next to nothing
You stood up pretty well

I had you next to nothing
You stood up pretty well

You know I point the finger at you
You know I point the finger at you
You know I point the finger at
You you you you you
The one in the mirror that's you

You know I point the finger at you
You know I point the finger at you
You know I point the finger at
You you you you you
The zeros in the mirror we're you

I'm just a...

I'm just a 1 next to 0
So I look like a million
Don't I smell like a trillion bucks

Especially that one time
I've only kissed you one time
I know you felt it in your gut

I'm just a 1 next to 0s
So I look like a trillion
Don't I smell like a million bucks

Especially that one time
I've only kissed you one time
I know you felt it in your gut

I'm just a 1 next to 0s
So I look like a million
Don't I smell like a trillion bucks

Especially that one time
I've only kissed you one time
I know you felt it in your gut

I'm just a 1 next to 0s
So I look like a trillion
Don't I smell like a million bucks

Especially that one time
I've only kissed you one time
I've only kissed you

One time

But not nearly as eloquently

Terence how is it that you have
Come to like so much this girl that
Sits atop your bed at nights
Just sipping beer
Fighting the fatigue
Of really hot summer nights as her
Complaints trail away into soft sighs

As an astute observer of life I
Always find it a slightly odd yet
Intriguing idea that a man's heart
Can be warmed by my presence

Self hate or pure inquisition
I may never be sure of the source of
My disbelief

Actually I find I hold my disbelief
So strong that sometimes I
Subconsciously reject the love beams
That are cast at me

It's like an invisible shield
If I can't imagine why then just maybe it doesn't really exist
And if it doesn't exist then
Well I don't really have to do anything about it

If friendship were measured in how much a person understands
And accepts another then would that make you my best friend?

I know
I know it's the word that every guy hates and runs from
Friend ooh
What is the state of a world that runs from friends

But I think I might have lost you
In my world
Follow the bright lights
Down the tunnel up to the 7th floor

Now there Terence
I know you eagerly await my response
So here it is

Because I love the electrodes that dance around your brain
And your relentless friendship

And your understanding hands
I will tell you

As I come to love myself so will I you
I am that I am and one day
I may love you too