he is so lovely

I told him I liked his style, he said "thanks it's avoidant"

The scuffs on his shoes and the stains on his shirt tells me that he gets involved

With all the wrong people and all the wrong things

They cut off his fingers and stole all his rings

A cigarette hangs from his mouth but he won't breathe at all

And if he fell between the bed frame and the wall, I'd find him down there

But I know he'd shut down my compliments oh so abruptly

The only thing he knows how to take is the blame

It's always the ones with the unique or biblical names

And God I wanna tell him

He is so lovely