Poeticism as an Extrinsic Finality

[Intro: Signor Benedick the Moor] No, I I j- No, I just think Yeah, no But I - Would you shut the fuck up I just have something to tell you, alright? God damnit Fucking shit Uh, just Listen [Verse: Signor Benedick the Moor] Went down to the bar and started spinning a yarn I saw you standing wide with your city-girl charm I asked you for your name and then you did the same I replied Johnny C., you implied Mary Jane We took off in my daddy's truck and took the back lane I don't know why you did it, but you eased most of my pain I looked inside your soul and hoped for you I'd done the same I took your hand in mine you said I look like John Wayne And then I knew, someday I'd marry you When a church in a backyard free of pain and heavily scarred Whether it's easy or it's hard Whether you cook with butter or lard Whether you like Kirk or Picard Or even if you hate Pulp Fiction And everything I said I swear I say with the utmost conviction There's nothing you could do that wouldn't fit inside my description Of the angel I know you are, my evangelical prescription [Hook: Signor Benedick the Moor] I know it's lame But the song's about you But if it's all the same I swear it's fucking true There ain't a fucking thang I wouldn't do if it's for you But I could never say this So for now, for now I guessed I'm doomed [Outro] What are you talking about? None of this shit ever happened It's a fucking metaphor, god