And he has his gun trained on everyone
He goes out fishing
And tries to catch one of the best
Of the long haired ones
That run away from him
He comes back with a small self-portrait
That is all smudged up
Timing is what he needed when
He couldn't find his time to talk
And when didn't think he could still talk
Cause it's too hard when you're funny
And he feels he lucked out
He feels he fucked up
He feels he's still himself
And somehow that isn't good enough
Laughing at himself in the mirror
It's getting harder and harder
And smaller and smaller reflections
As his faults get bigger and bigger
And he sees himself the way they have to see him
She couldn't trace this face
She couldn't love this person staring back at him
He says she sees what he says
He wonders why he's wearing a stranger's clothes
He wonders what went wrong when he tripped
Cause he tripped when he tried
To grab onto a pretty face
And she laughed at him
But not in a mean way
And she laughed with him
But he didn't laugh
He goes out loving
But calls it hunting
Cause he wants to find and tame
One of those long-haired little ones
None are too good for him
But none are too bad for him
And none are just right
And he thinks that's just life
And at night he cries
At night he sighs
But tears wouldn't become a man
So in the morning he's funny
And says he has plenty
And he wonders if he actually can
Win the hunt