Psychoplex

I'm not the marrying kind.
 I have stones in my hair instead of flowers, And a rosebush of thorns is more poignant to me.

 I'm not the marrying kind.
 My words aren't pretty or wise, And I can't sing about anything but a broken heart. 

I'm not the marrying kind.
 I am the sort of damaged you see in an old recorder, And the kind of old in an instrument that breaks into a billion pieces at a touch.

 I'm not the marrying kind.
 Neither neat, nor tidy, nor correct in my behavior, And yes, I did in fact tell you to fuck yourself.

 I'm not the marrying kind.R