Whatever is said,
and whatever things I'm said
and you are said to be
why, these are things
we don't have control over.

Oh it's true
that people will take
little tiny nuggets of truth,
truth they have no idea how to process
and turn them for their own gain.

And it's true I was a little bear,
and it's true I wore shitkickers
back when I was young.
It doesn't mean
those things
apply to me now.

Whatever is known
about me, you,
the President and the Pope
is only known for a little little while,
and that is not a typo.

And no, no
that is not a mistake,
not a flub, flib, fib or lie,
my, my eye I'm shy,
but why?
Once bitten twice shy,
shy twice
'till you came by
and I
as cliche' as this sounds
died a little inside,
but in the rotted out places,
not dead in the places that needed to grow,
oh no,
no no no.
I died
once,
twice,
a time or two;
I did die -
just like you,
just like you knew,
like you knew how to do.