Forever... (Is A Long Time)

I spent a long time watering a plant made out of plastic
And I cursed the ground for growing green
I spent a long time substituting honest with sarcasm
And I cursed my tongue for being mean

And weightless, breathless, restitute
Motionless and absolute
You cut me open, sucked the poison from an aging wound
Now fifty thousand walking deads
Would cower at the small brunette
To my surprise, not six feet high
Would reach and grab the moon if I should ask

Or just imply, that I wanted to be more light
So I could look inside his eyes
And get the colors just right
Just right, just right, just

But love built, God built provinces
Build calluses, break promises
'Cause I could never hold a perfect thing and not demolish it
What am I thinking? What does this mean?
How could somebody ever love me?
Talk to your man, tell him he's got bad news comin'