I'm Not

Crooked little bones Skin hangs weird on his face Feels like silicone, it looks so out of place I pick up the guitar and the strings break Nothing stays in tune It makes me seem so fake It feels so fake It makes me seem so fake Want me to be your whore Come over to sleep at the foot of your door Like some fucking dog Clawing to be let in You're disgusting Wipe off that smug little grin What's so funny about this? What's so funny about me? What's so funny? What's so funny? I don't want these lies in my face They eat them up like a big slice of cake It makes them seem so fake And it feels so fake It makes me seem so fake Want me to be your whore Come over to sleep at the foot of your door Like some fucking dog Clawing to be let in You're disgusting Wipe off that smug little grin That smug little grin That smug little grin That smug little grin What's so funny about this? What's so funny about me? What's so funny? What's so funny? What's so funny about this? What's so funny about me? This imposing dress, these little shoes That obvious smile, the late nights of booze It's too much It's too much It's so much It's so much It's too much It's too much It's too much It's too much It's too much I'm not crazy I'm not crazy I'm not crazy For wanting more I'm not I'm not crazy I'm not crazy For wanting more I'm not I'm not crazy I'm not crazy For wanting more I'm not I'm not crazy I'm not I'm not I'm not I'm not I'm not I'm not I'm not I'm not I'm not