Pain in the Ass

You are a pain in the ass.

I don't mean that like it sounds,

That you have your own mind,

That you speak your own mind,

That you shouldn't.

I'm not sure why I let those words out,

To complain about something

That I only sort of mind.

You are completely adorable.

Being you is a thrill ride

Through a botanical garden

On leather seats,

and I have no idea what it means;

I have no idea what you'll do next;

I have no idea what you're thinking.

You are a pain in the ass.