A Sorta Love Song

You're a mess. You never make the bed.
 You don't read. You'd rather watch cartoons instead.
 You eat beef jerky, think hockey games a fun.
 Wait, I've just begun.
 I'm afraid you're anything but neat.
 You're whole life is piled up in your car's back seat.
 You own a chainsaw. Your clothes, they never match.
 Goodness, what a catch.
 My friends all say I'm crazy.
 They all tell me it's no good.
 But I can't help it if you make me feel a way I didn't know I could.
 It's your grin, the devil in your eye.
 How your strong one minute, the next soft and shy.
 Your little dimple. Those great big clumsy feet.
 God, you're just so sweet.
 Logic says to run now.
 Play it smart. Don't be mislead,
 But for once, I'm following my heart and not my head.
 I don't know what forture will allow,
 But I know I'm happy in the here and now.
 Don't know the future
 Or what tomorrow brings
 But I've learned that life is fleeting
 And fragile as the breeze.
 So if love shows up,
 You hold on tight and squeeze
 'Cause if you're lucky, you'll take this crazy ride
 With someone by your side.
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 So you're a mess. I guess that's pretty clear,
 But it feels like home whenever you are here,
 So call me crazy, but what else can I do?
 I'm in love with
 Self-inflicted, rarely-dressed-up,
 Sports-addicted, sort of messed-up
 Perfect you.