All I touch turns into pyrite,
I\'m a ponce and I\'m a dick;
I\'m just a little bit contrite
But I\'m a poser and a prick.
I\'m a sorry, silly shambles,
And I don\'t know when to stop;
Under huge of amounts of stress,
I\'ll end up crying until I drop.
I\'m affected and I\'m fractious,
And though I really truly try;
I\'m disputatious and I\'m anxious,
Truer meanings pass me by.
We can\'t smooth over all the creases,
However hard we try to;
This thing we have, it has to be -
It can\'t change that I love you.