Sexy Clown

Am I full of shit
Or maybe half way full
I started a bit rough
Oops, did I turn you off?

I should pace myself
Be more coherent
Keep it relevant
With games and amusement

I'm such a dreamer
Oh ain't that a bummer
You'll have to bring me down
To being just a clown

It's the uneasiness
Of my selfishness
That makes me stubborn
And very slow to learn

It's tricky to concede
That in reality
There are so many things
I wish I could be

Being a pleaser
I'd love to be your bitch
And offer you my heart
Right on a selfie stick

Then a part of me thinks
Oh God, did I just say this?
Really, could it be
I'd love to be a bitch?

I'm ever so sorry
I don't think I fit
Any categories
Of the given list

All these people
All these sounds
Make the world go
Round and round
If I really have to choose
I'd rather be me
Then be you

Can you feel the cutting edge
Of my dying tenderness
It's the ugly I possess
That makes your beauty meaningless

I should I should I should
Shouldn't I ?
Could I could I could I could I ?
No!

To put it candidly
We all hope for the best
But maybe could that be
Just a little bit phoney?

Don't try to flatter me
Don't tell me you're impressed
I know what you're here for
The backstage access

I sense discomfort
Try to keep your cool
Did my innocence
Make you feel vulnerable?

Don't worry about me
Don't display your regrets
Find satisfaction
In the heavy awkwardness

All these people
All these sounds
Make the world go
Round and round
If I really have to choose
I'd rather be me
Then be you

Can you feel the cutting edge
Of my dying tenderness
It's the ugly I possess
That makes your beauty meaningless

Say it one more time
I'm ever so sorry
Now watch me act a fool
With your stupid rules

Don't mind my language
If I sound salty is that
In the past few years
I've been way too friendly

I should be moving on
Let go of tradition
I'm aware I'm kindnesses
Is way out of fashion

You like it when I'm mean
You find it sexy?
Don't get it confused
Cuz I do it for me

All these people
All these sounds
Make the world go
Round and round
If I really have to choose
I'd rather be me
Then be you

Can you feel the cutting edge
Of my dying tenderness
It's the ugly I possess
That makes your beauty meaningless