atoms

If I rearranged my atoms til I found an arrangement you liked

And I painted myself the colors of the flowers you picked outside

Would there ever be a moment or even a point in time

Where you would look at me again like you did for the first time

Cause I dissected myself to find the things you didn't like

But it's me you didn't like

And I tried to be as cool as that chick you're fathomed by

But you broke my heart that time

Could you love who I grow up to be, could I be someone you'll ever see?

But as much as I try, it's me you didn't like