This insanity, lets hope it's not hereditary.
Do you find it weird, that I walk out on the streets in those fluffy pink slippers?
Would you rather stay away, if I break into a dance on my way to school?
Are you afraid, when you walk by this stranger talking to the wall?
Do you think I'm crazy, when I quote country singers in the middle of a speech?
Maybe, if you stayed another second you'd see,
that there's a little more to me than you expected to be.
Maybe, if you stopped to say hello,
I won't be the same crazy person making friends with worms and bees.
I'm not trying to drive you away, it's just one of those things you do without thinking.
I'm not trying to tell you to let me be, it's the voices in my head plotting against me.
I'm not trying to expand my personal space, the stairs just look so much better with chalk drawn faces.
My paper sword means no harm, I swear it only gives me the feel of security.
My sock puppet, it's just as lonely as the girl who gave it life.
My mismatched shoes are nowhere near a fashion statement, I just couldn't find the other one.
My purple lipsticked grin is begging to be recognized, it wants to draw attention away from my teary eyes.
My laughter fits are a replacement for the breakdowns I hide so well.
So would you maybe look past the rainbow cape, would you maybe lend me a smile that's real?
Would you laugh at the jokes I get from math teachers, would you tell me I'm not unwell?
Would you rather stay away, if I break into a dance on my way to school?
Are you afraid, when you walk by this stranger talking to the wall?
Do you think I'm crazy, when I quote country singers in the middle of a speech?
Maybe, if you stayed another second you'd see,
that there's a little more to me than you expected to be.
Maybe, if you stopped to say hello,
I won't be the same crazy person making friends with worms and bees.
I'm not trying to drive you away, it's just one of those things you do without thinking.
I'm not trying to tell you to let me be, it's the voices in my head plotting against me.
I'm not trying to expand my personal space, the stairs just look so much better with chalk drawn faces.
My paper sword means no harm, I swear it only gives me the feel of security.
My sock puppet, it's just as lonely as the girl who gave it life.
My mismatched shoes are nowhere near a fashion statement, I just couldn't find the other one.
My purple lipsticked grin is begging to be recognized, it wants to draw attention away from my teary eyes.
My laughter fits are a replacement for the breakdowns I hide so well.
So would you maybe look past the rainbow cape, would you maybe lend me a smile that's real?
Would you laugh at the jokes I get from math teachers, would you tell me I'm not unwell?