He Isn't Him But He's Awful Close

His hair isn't nice like the other one's
And his mind isn't as bright.
But he's always there for me
He's like a candle, burning its light.

He doesn't play sports as well
Or make quick remarks
But he runs like I do
And can make a fire from a small spark.

His grin isn't as crooked
And he doesn't think of me invisible.
But he's country to core
And he makes me a little wishful.

The other one and I
Won't ever have a chance.
But this other one and I
Will always be in sync, like a perfected dance.