I am the over, not the under
A piece of the puzzle, but never the whole pie
A quarter moon present in a full sky
I’m on sale, and never full price.
Today I’ll be a gentleman to you
Tomorrow I’ll give you the finger
Today I’ll shake your hand
Tomorrow I’ll crush you with my fist
When I see you, its Gentile or Jew
When I see you, its your imperfections that linger
But when I gaze into the mirror stand,
I’m missing the half that makes me whole, first.