Even my widowed aunt is doing better on OkCupid than I am.
Oh, I know our situations are different,
but listen:
what if this next one goes the way the last one went?

The last one was a psychic.
She wouldn't make any form of commitment.
She knew what stupid things I was going to do,
and it is just
impossible
to build trust like that. (Let me tell you.)

It always runs the same.
There's no one to blame.
There's no right answer.

My weird body just isn't good enough.

[Guitar!]

And even now, when I think I've found someone who'll think it doesn't matter--
(Kid, you know that love takes work and work is rough!)
But am I supposed to sigh every god damn time that I look at her?--

To have come all this way naive and tentative and feeling sick,
and then to find out this thing I was after was a sham!

[Guitar!]-->

The days when I was a coward were not so long ago,
and though I'd like to think
that I have been recently
stumbling toward halfway decency,
I am still afraid. I need to take this slow.