The way I love him

Always trying reach perfection
But instead I'm just a kid stuck in detention
Always attracted to the wrong attention
But I'm not complaining it's my choice my selection
But I'm in a trance
Always trying to understand the dance
Always thinking this time I'll get it right this is just another chance
To try to make the way we show love meet
I'm always putting myself in the hot seat
But there are cracks every couple of feet on the sidewalks in  the city street
But for the one not in the seat the love they understand is as angelic as a grandmas home cooked treat
That's y I have no rhythm I learned the wrong beat
But that doesn't make my love less or incomplete
It's just another one of my flaws or maybe it's a feat
I hope our views of love can meet
If not I'll blame myself for my two left feet