Semiconscious Nincompoopery

I’ve got a bad rap as a womanizer,
but babe, it just ain’t true.
I’m a hopelessly romantic
lost wandering soul.
I’m tragically addicted to you.
I’m painted narcissistic 
riding high on my horse,
but that portrait’s of a faded hue.
Though, I suppose humming hymns
about my self won’t help make my case to you.
I’ve been breaking hearts so long,
I thought that mine had turned to steel.
Lustin’ ‘em and leavin’ ‘em and lovin’ ‘em and grievin’ ‘em,
I thought that’s what it was to feel…