You'd cover my face when you'd fuck me We were intimate without intimacy Like a gutter punctuation In a foreign conversation I feel like Thoreau at party I throw I'm a self-made scarecrow ♪ I love you more than I hate me 'Cause you are everything I wish I could be I'm a friendless best friend A single bookend, a walking dead-ender I'm a return to sender We didn't know the fix was in Years before our race was run Our epilogue was predestined Like a Maori tribe fourth son ♪ Like a Randy Rhodes scholar Or a rotary cellphone A slave is lost without their collar The unfavorite sundial tone My conscience disobeys me Because I always cease to amaze me I'm like a virgin blossom I'm on the verge of n'awesome An unhip-hop scotch blend Where everyone tried to pretend They didn't want our love to end But we all knew that it had to