Even If She Tried

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.