The beauty of the sunrise is my fault

Sometimes I feel like I'm the scum of the earth, sometimes I feel like I'm the shine of the sky.

Why is it dependent upon CG? Is it a defiant avenue toward love? She had no problem with me, I think, from the start. But I shimmied an attitude to take a stand. I don't want to be trudged upon. I have no problem with her, other than time together.

I could flick an elbow and kill a rhino.

But I restrain. And my restraint is interpreted as attack by merely the shine in my eye.

Cops still follow me. Cowards. Sissies afraid of potential that will never happen. Because I am a gentleman.