Meet my better self while
I writhe on the floor. Don't worry, you won't see it
The benevolent host will show it out the door.
The blemishes are gone, you'll see it the way you want it:
I'll be the fanatic,
to gain the prize of the intrigue in your eyes.
You keep me wanting more, so
I'll give you what you need.
The one who understands you,
makes you laugh,
makes you love.
Just don't walk away.
I can change.
I'll be the fire
and the passion,
or the quiet desperation.
Turn to me and say you want me,
and I'll draw out that smile again.
The blemishes are gone,
You'll see it the way you want it.
I can be the one calling after you.
Just please turn around,
I'll introduce you to my better self.