Here I am, here I stand Took a picture of my hand Bet you can tell it's not mannicured Here I am, half a man, I'm not a doctor, I'm not a tan And I
have fears I'm trying to overcome My shoes aren't right My jeans are too tight I pick a fight and turn around All my flawz to see You still love, love me All my flawz
Compare the way my body looks through the magazines, don't know why everybody's buying into the scene. So I'm gonna drive down the boulevard not caring
I left the letter at your door. I light your cigarette just once more Now I say what I needed left the suitcase in your hallway dried up flowers down
