Early-Aughts Pipe Dream

Made myself in your image Tell me now, am I perfect for you yet? Packaged, tied with ribbons My own thoughts wouldn't pass the Bechdel test Passed you in the hallway Strokes tee, you're my early-aughts pipe dream Add you to the roster Of the girl I never got to be It's been a long time since I was 16 And I'll bang my shins on the bleachers Just to talk to you about 7th chords Nothing bruised more than my ego As you turn yourself away I'll just wince the night away Aching validation Makes me bold in unflattering ways How can acclamation And solitude live in the same space Projected expectation Self-control, I scoff at these mortal bones Square peg in a round hole Who would I be, if I ever let you go? Maybe it's the idea of you I want most And I'll spend my hours ready for Creating content that you ignore And I know it's no longer 2004 But I'm ready now, today Screaming please don't turn away Made myself in your image Tell me now, am I perfect for you yet?