Fall For Your Type

"All I need is a partner to play spades with the cards up-- all trust!"

I can't explain why

it's hard for me to tell

why this particular "type"

is one I know too well.

Never meaning wrong, but in the same breath not meaning well

breaking me down with their pretty lies

or maybe thats how they "felt"...

at least at the time

cause now I'm alone.

Left to replay in my mind

all the good times, even if they only happened once in a while.

The "type" never has a face

until it's too late.

Their complexities intrigue me,

they are the misunderstood

and like the puppy left in the rain 

I take him in, and fix him a home cooked meal

lick his wounds so they can heal.

Rub his fur in the places that give him comfort

soak his insecurities away in bath tubs and foot rubs...

uh oh... I've created a monster.

A creature so foreign to what I've shown

hyped up on all this love that I've let him borrow,

only a portion given back in return.

A new outlook on life he is given

along with special places he knew nothing of.

A brand new game for his next chick.

Yes, I fall for your "type"

cause everything needs love

and I'm bursting at the seams

living as an example of what everyone thinks is gone

I just can't explain this shit at all,

am I doomed to be used?

Drowning in the fantasy 

of believing in people like you...