I'm odd; you're even.
Together, we're slightly uneven.
In hindsight, it was never quite right; 
I suppose we were never going to fit.
I'm a ball, but you're no socket.
You're a small hand, and I'm a deep pocket.

Still, who knows?
You can swing, I can shuffle,
Who's to say we can't dance our way 
out of circumstance?
I'll give it a go if you give it a chance.
Go on, one more go, if you give it a chance.