In lipstick on the mirror are lyrics to the obituary
In iambic pentameter, followed parameter, crossing my eyes, dot my T's
I was delivered holding scissors, I live deliberately, I'm a quitter
And a winner anyway, cause I never agreed to participate in this game
Won't follow my dreams, 'cause they all got me waking up screaming
I can let them go from me, after all there's no "I" in team
And I'd rather be normal, yes, so normal
I suggest that we keep this informal
'Cause a normal human being wouldn't need
To pretend to be normal, to be normal
Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya
To be normal in a way I couldn't be
C'mon, c'mon, and love me normally
If I could live in third person, well, I don't think life would be much worse than it is
In my current tense, presently, this sentence ending in question marks or dot, dot, dot
Is it courageous or escapist to leave the quarantine when you're contagious?
It may just be a cold, and besides I don't wanna get old, yeah
I drank myself to death to be the afterlife of the party
When the afterparty came, I was rolling in my grave
And I'd rather be normal, yes, so normal
I suggest that we keep this informal
'Cause a normal human being wouldn't need
To pretend to be normal, to be normal
Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya
To be normal in a way I couldn't be
C'mon, c'mon, and love me normally
Now this is the part of the song where I like to speak to my audience
I like to tell 'em there's something I want from you hep cats tonight
I want you to look to your left, look to your right, your 12 o'clock, 3 o'clock, 6 o'clock, 9 o'clock, rock around the clock tonight
And I want you to find those points of no return, those singularities, those burning rings of fire in the beautiful pupils of the beautiful eyes of the boy, girl, neither, both, or in-between that you brought with you tonight, and I want you to tell 'em how you really feel
I want you to tell 'em that you love the way they so seamlessly, like-a-dream-fully, so beautifully, oh-so-dutifully jam that square peg in the round hole in their hearts
I want you to tell 'em that you love the way they don't stick out like sore middle fingers
That they crawl their way up the side of the bell curve, stick their flag in the peak, not malcontent, not malignant or maleficent, but rather that you love them exactly the way that everybody else is
I was nothing before, so I couldn't have asked to be born
I'll be nothing again, so what am I between now and then?
Is there nothing to fear? Cause shit's getting weird
So to God who made this man, you better have one hell of a plan
And I'd rather be normal, yes, so normal
I suggest that we keep this informal
'Cause a normal human being wouldn't need
To pretend to be normal, to be normal
Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya
To be normal in a way I couldn't be
C'mon, c'mon, yeah, I said c'mon, yeah
C'mon, c'mon, yeah, I said c'mon, yeah
C'mon, c'mon, and love me normally
C'mon, c'mon, and love me normally
