Love...the bullshit in a glass bottle

This life was what words could describe as pure happiness
awww poor baby, did i mess up your hypothesis
surely you can take anything i give to you, and bounce it back.
but one by and by knew how to short circuit that.

You werent different or decisive, you werent even my type
but knowing my types was what called a waste of time.
Was I selfish or ignorant for not mentioning the importance of "you"
For how perfect and beautiful was my view of thee

But you were bullshit in a glass bottle
with markings on the label, stay away, caution, dont get too close.
but before I knew it, looking at you was a free dose of valium.
sigh...and now, all my hard work floated away

Love... my bullshit in a glass bottle