Still Life
Sitcom
3:23I love my smile My smile belongs to me No denial, take a while And let it free I love my hair My hair belongs to me I don't care if I don't comb every strain I'll let it free I'm searching for me Who will I be When I let me be me I'm searching for me For me, for me Who, Who will I be? When I let me be me Oh yeah The parking lot is covered in cockroaches Styrofoam, plastic, and cardboard boxes All the yuppies holding hands with the hippy kids Under the purple sky sunset Right by a City Fitness Singing Who will I be? Rescue me from anxiety Turn my pillow to the cold side and get back to my dream Sit down with a professional to talk about OCD But I also need some company and a cup of tea Who will I be?