Combat Boots/Jaw Line

I want a guy with a mind like a guitar
I want a guy who knows what's worse
I want a guy with a white tank top
And eyes that dictate like a curse

I want a guy with raw origination
Who's deep and thoughtful
And sharp as a tack
He's playing with his jewelry
He's straightening his hair
He's touring the facility
And picking up slack

I want a guy with combat boots and a prominent jaw line

I want a guy who gets up at twelve
I want a guy who stays up late
I want a guy who listens to 311
Who uses scissors to cut himself a pair of shorts
With a slight case of ADHD
And a voice that is deep like goth poetry

Who's deep and thoughtful
And sharp as a tack
He's touring the facility
And picking up slack

I want a guy with a goatee and homicidal tendencies

I want a guy with a rough thought process
I want a guy who can get in trouble and not get caught
At rehab we will meet accidentally
We'll start to talk when I compliment his snake bites

He wants a car to do everything but drive in
He wants a car that will get the job done
He's dying his hair from brown to jet-black
He's playing that same Mindless Self Indulgence track

I want a guy with a dirty mind and crystal-clear intentions