I'm not man enough to be human 
But I'm trying to fit in 
And I'm learning to fake it 
Don't ever meet their friends 
It tells you too much 
Or not enough 
Or worse 
Exactly the wrong thing 
Every nuance 
Every detail 
Every movement 
Every smell 
Sound 
Phrase 
The way she laughs 
These are the things that you obsessively fetishize 
Or make yourself grow to love 
But you are supposed to be done growing 
She is still growing 
Its like a garden with two flowers 
One just blocking and casting a shadow 
Just like yours 
Then it [bad word] a [bad word] 
Of sunlight 
Or rain 
Or weeds 
She and every she 
Is doomed to be your idea of her 
She and every she 
Is doomed to be your idea of her 
I'm not man enough to be human 
But I'm trying to fit in 
And I'm learning to fake it 
Fa fa fa fa fake it 
Fa fa fa fa fake it 
Ffffffffffffffake it 
But worse so, 
Back to the point 
You are no longer the flower 
And the sun 
And most importantly the garden 
Or the gardener 
muse 
Your amusement 
I am used 
Its [bad word] if you meet their friends 
She and every she 
Is doomed to be your idea of her 
I'm not man enough to be human 
But I'm trying to fit in 
And I'm learning to fake it 
Fa fa fa fa fake it 
Fa fa fa fa fake it 
Ffffffffffffffake it 
You never wanted 
To share 
Your concept of your creation 
With any other gods or worshippers 
Your book isn't burned 
It was never written 
Your book isn't burned 
It was never written 
I'm not man enough to be human 
But I'm trying to fit in 
And I'm learning to fake it 
Fa fa fa fa fake it 
Fa fa fa fa fake it 
Ffffffffffffffake it