The song about another song

This is a song about another song
the one i've been putting off too long
because i'm not much good for
a love         grah!
story          grah!
it's better for a man like me
to disbelieve
in the perfect, the perfect
dream


They all start with kissing
and then inevitably lead to fucking
what            is
love            grah!
anyway      grah!
it's better for a man like me
to disbelieve
in the perfect, the perfect 
dream


Go ahead and flaunt your wings
reach your hand across to me
oh, no         baby
i don't know
what you mean
it's better for a man like me
to disbelieve
in the perfect, the perfect 
dream

The love song

It's not your fault
that you fit my ideal
all i think is that your kind and sweet
all i know is i adore who you choose to be
in a thrush of blush our blood presses to our surfaces
mouths move our muscles grove to moist mutterances
when it's done i can't help but think its not just fun
it is only temporary
in the morning
i watch the birds fly
between the 
window frames
and our pair of 
I's
are like two black holes
absorbing
oh, no
i dreamed