Five Times Rule

She has one look It's the angry one, where she stares down at the crowd and Pretends not to ever notice you Liberal art school You're too moody and too cool to acknowledge anyone And you met less than five times in my [?], call the five times rule And I've been trying to Stare at the ground and acknowledge I'm flawed I'm flawed I'm flawed I'm flawed I'm flawed I'm flawed I'm flawed I'm so very flawed Mm, mmm Mm, mmm When she walks she Puts one foot in front of the other and I have Tried to replicate Her swagger but I have a bitchy gait According to Robin, because she's a dancer and she knows I'm flawed I'm flawed I'm flawed I'm flawed I'm flawed I'm flawed I walked nonsensically today I met your dog With agoraphobia, that sounds pretty rough And now I feel obliged to admit That my feelings are strong We just don't get along Here I am in the stair of the hotel room resting late [?] Today has been quite fulfilling And I have realised, bit too late that I don't have enough yarn To finish this scarf I've been knitting [?] And I am learning not to place too much in [?] Spending all my physical objects Because I'm strong I'm strong I'm strong I'm strong I'm strong I'm learning how to get along I'm strong I'm strong I'm strong I'm strong I'm learning at my song