Am I full of shit, or maybe halfway full?
I started a bit rough, oops, did I turn you off?
I should pace myself, be more coherent
Keep it relevant with games and amusement
I'm such a dreamer, oh, ain't that a bummer?
You'll have to bring me down to being just a clown
It's the uneasiness of my selfishness
That makes me stubborn and very slow to learn
It's tricky to concede that in reality
There's so many things I wish I could be
Being a pleaser, I'd love to be your bitch
And offer you my heart right on the selfie stick
Then a part of me thinks, "Oh, god, did I just say this?" (Oh my god)
Really, could it be, I'd love to be a bitch?
I'm ever so sorry, I don't think I fit
Any categories of the given list
All these people, all these sounds
Make the world go round and round
If I really have to choose
I'd rather be me than be you
Can you feel the cutting edge
Of my dying tenderness?
It's the ugly I possess
That makes your beauty meaningless
I should, I should, I should, I should
Shouldn't I?
Could I, could I, could I, could I?
No
To put it candidly, we all hope for the best
But maybe could that be just a little bit phony?
Don't try to flatter me, don't tell me you're impressed
I know what you're here for, the backstage access
I sense discomfort, try to keep your cool
Did my innocence make you feel vulnerable?
Don't worry 'bout me, don't display your regrets
Find satisfaction in the heavy awkwardness
All these people, all these sounds
Make the world go round and round
If I really have to choose
I'd rather be me than be you
Can you feel the cutting edge
Of my dying tenderness?
It's the ugly I possess
That makes your beauty meaningless
Say it one more time: I'm ever so sorry
Now watch me act a fool with your stupid rules
Don't mind my language, if I sound salty it's that
In the past few years I've been way too friendly
I should be moving on, let go of tradition
I'm aware my kindness is way out of fashion
You like it when I'm mean? You find it sexy?
Don't get it confused, 'cause I do it for me
All these people, all these sounds
Make the world go round and round
If I really have to choose
I'd rather be me than be you
Can you feel the cutting edge
Of my dying tenderness?
It's the ugly I possess
That makes your beauty meaningless
All these people, all these sounds
Make the world go round and round
If I really have to choose
I'd rather be me than be you
Can you feel the cutting edge
Of my dying tenderness?
It's the ugly I possess
That makes your beauty meaningless
