I just sat on my new glasses , the only thing that made me feel cute
truth on the TV, the only thing that makes em hit mute
burning my hands to try to get the germs off
too much cooking will start to make your noodle soft
swallowing feelings like bean and cheese burrito,
but puke em back up alive just like Steve-o
I lift my feet over railroad tracks like I saw Chris's
though I'm not superstitious

I walk through life with a needle in my chest
hiding so close to my breast
irreverent
I know I'm different
here no one is making me explain
always meeting with disdain
It's not a sin to be
comfortable in my own skin

Leaning ladders to wires just to hang with the flock
because becoming grounded always comes with a shock
I quit because I stopped caring about singing in key
rapping was the last thing I could think of to embarrass me
don't know what I wanna do or what I even like
don't know who Johnny Depp or inspiration will strike
you can't control me or where a puppy piddles
but to others that means so little

I walk through life with a needle in my chest
hiding so close to my breast
irreverent
I know I'm different
here no one is making me explain
always meeting with disdain
It's not a sin to be
comfortable in my own
skin is only five of our senses deep
even matters when we sleep
it's all we see
I know, it scares me
am I even worthy of next steps
do I care about my rep
but you always win when you're
comforted by your own skin