Jerk

if my eyes are not mistaken, and if my eyes are not untruecomes a time when you'll be aching for more than what is good for you
 i'll taste the rhyming words you're baking, i'll heat the oven of your youth
 the corrosion of your naked but mobile need for perfect truth
 if my eyes don't tell me lies, cut me down to my own size
 i've been called a jerk before
 i got a stock of names in store, and maybe more
 ain't nothing new, you can call me your jerk now
 as if my eyes could be mistaken, as if my eyes could be untrue
 nor my vision slowly fading and readily admit it's true
 i'll wait a while till you'll be aching, i'll white a wail while waiting too
 spread the news about the making of a u-turn point of view
 no, your eyes ain't sort of wet, ain't no corners turning red
 always prime time on your mind but only time will help you find
 ain't nobody new, so fire the crew
 i'll be glad to be your jerk
 if you need a finer slice, an every side, a six-point dice
 i'll stick my finger in my eyes, i got a gift to fantasize
 and i don't need more than only you
 why can't i be your jerk now?