Mediocrity

I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing
Don't really know where I'm going with this
This isn't the drearily drama of an angsty teenager
or poetic prettines of the perfect kiss

There is an absence of things going horribly wrong
or serendipity sailing gloriously right
so I'm stuck singing the same old song
But this tune is pretty alright

Mediocrity can be calm and comfortable
Conformity, the perfect invisibility cloak
everybody thinks they're weird
and the old norm is becoming a joke

Every one seems to want to stand out
and they stand out with their whole stand out crowd
to where all those that stand out, blend into a mass
and every "stand out" shouts the same thing so loud

I say good for the "stand outs"
If they can keep themselves content
who am I to stand in the way
Of their rebel angel ascent

So I'll stand on the sideline
Horribly comfortable in my normity
Letting others "stand out"
while I wait until I'm alone to be me