The perfect man doesn’t exist
I blinked and I missed
My ride down the road
And another car slowed
But I waved him on
Because I was still looking at what was gone
He honks the horn
But does he know the day I was born
I turn and meet his eyes
But the lies
Extrapolate
And I can feel them pulling me into that state
It wasn’t a date
But irate
Is just beneath the surface
And I’m “perfect”
For a moment or two
But you don’t really know me, do you
I know I give off
The energy of little girl lost
But I find my way
And I listen as someone else say
“I am a hopeless child”
Then hand me their keys
But I know they’re just faking being on their knees
Because they want me to do
Something they consider too low for blue
I roll my eyes, exasperation
How did I get caught in this situation
Coz he hangs on me
Like a branch on a tree
Always waving in the wind
Trying to orchestrate the avoidance of sin
And it might be him but it was never me 
And I can see him see my dignity
In the hands of a man
All wifed up and under a plan 
That he holds in his pocket
But I still keep David’s name in a locket
In my car
Somewhere hidden not too far
But a place no one will look
And I don’t even chance the good book
Anymore
Because, a stór
I know I’ll see something I can sense already
And my nerves may be rock steady
But my heart is like a nail you break
And it stings every time I look at your face