I Will Break This Man

I will stand out in the rain
I will be the cliche
I will be the wet, sweaty cliche
Drenched in the trenches
Waiting for him
To look down and see me
Gleefully realizing
How wet I'm willing to get
To get to him
And who cares
If I don't get a tan

I'm telling you
I will break this man

I will make him picnics
Try all my tricks out
Work out all my issues
Go through tissue boxes
Like cotton candy
Till I'm dandy and dry
Waiting for this guy to grant me
Access to his messes
And all the things
He thinks I won't understand

Believe me
I will break this man

He doesn't love me now
But he will love me
Because what is love
If not perspective
The elected thoughts
That run through our minds
Until we find ourselves saying
We're straying from our beliefs
And feeling relief that we're not
As hot on them
As we thought we were

He doesn't love me now
But what does that have to do
With me anyhow?

If he can love all the wrong people
Why not have him
Love someone right?

Someone who stays out all night
On his doorstep
And schlepping through supermarket aisles
To find and file
All the things needed
To create his favorite meal

If he can stick with guys
Whose lies stick to him
Like spaghetti to a wall
Why not love the guy who's all about
Not heading out when he reveals
Too much

Oh, and I know
I know, I know
He's got clothes on top of clothes
To hide the emperor underneath
But beneath all that shit
There's a fitted mold for me
And maybe I'm just old enough now
To see when I'm needed
And maybe when he is
He'll believe it too

I can't say I know exactly
What I plan to do
Or that I even have a plan
All I know is
He's been broke before
And put back together wrong
By the wrong men
Who sent him
In the wrong direction
And now his protection
Is his attraction preferences
Well I'm going to get through
All those defenses
And when I'm done with him
He'll be able to put himself
Back together right

I don't mind taking the time
I can stand here all night
In the rain
In the snow
In the sleet
In the heat
In the wide-open
Wide-eyed
Dyed hair from rain weather

I'll stand here
Until he's down here
The two of us
Together

Or until I'm up there
His face resting
Under my hand

I will start from scratch
And make things right
And I will break this man