SPLINTERED GLASS

I’m standing here because I’m always on the outside,

So yeah I’m the splintered glass that never fits,

And the unexploded bomb with a second on the clock.

We’re the creed that no one understands, and the prophet no one wants to hear,

And yeah, we’re the romantic lover, when all the girls just want a fuck,

But we’re the real deal when there’s only little boys around.

We’re the crime we wont confess, and the goodness we can’t admit,

So yeah I’m the killers gun that blows up on his face,

And the orphan kid that got too old at five, and doesn’t have what every parent wants.

I’m the one that pissed you off, and still borned your dreams,

So yeah I’m the 60 K sign on the straight line road and no car in sight,

The pothole which broke the axle as the speedo touched one twenty,

And yeah, I’m the cop that caught you.

But You, you’re the lorikeet that never leaves it’s dying partner,

The herd of horses roaming free across the broad savannah,

The whale that swims all the oceans to seek it’s mate.

You’re the gorgeous scent of flowers I never planted

And the open cage, with the sound of bird song in the distance,

The day my daughter raised her voice and launched herself upon the world,

And those infrequent days when I forget she doesn’t want to see me any more.

The wild animal that runs to me for safety, and sometimes bites me when I pick it up,

An all day pass to the fun fair that whips up into my hands,

And I’m first on the best ride, and last on the one that never stops.

You’re sailing when the wind blows lazy, then roars up to a storm,

The day I wish I’d live for ever, but only if you’re there beside me,

The time the bikkie kissed me, then denied it,

And when I did every thing bang on, and every body noticed,

Because you’re the best I’ll ever be,

You're the best I'll  ever be ....