How can I make it happen
If I don’t know what I need
If this planet was an ocean
I’d probably be a seaweed
I ran away from a 17-year relationship
As big and as beautiful as the Titanic
But we hit something as cold as the Arctic
And my world went down like a sinking ship
Now I’m broken and lonely
I can’t swallow my spaghetti
I sit in my apartment like an old jerk
Feeling as worthless as an office clerk
Wishing I could connect with someone new
A man, a woman, maybe even you
I feel ugly, I feel sad
My mind is empty and mad
I’m wondering about this dating site
Maybe this is how I can take flight
But what would I write in my profile
“I’m no pervert and no pedophile”
I want to turn around
Bury myself underground
I want to project something real
Find someone who will help me heal
But who wants to date a damaged man
All I need is a patient helping hand
Fuck I don’t even know what I want
I feel more lost than a teenage debutante
There’s a site called Plenty of Fish
Perhaps it can fulfill my wish
Might not be as hot as Florida
But it’s free and popular in Canada
Metamorphosis 