Weeping and Gnashing of Teeth

By Andy

Hey baby-- I'm filled with imperfection.
You want some?
I don't think so.
Don't you dare tell me I'm nice.

I don't want you by my side
As I spend the evening wishing I were someone else.
You go dance--
I'll dance in front of the mirror alone.

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