If I was glitter, I’d be made of matte paper
If I was the her, you thought you dreamed, before
What I can’t, and I won’t
Cause I ain’t - All you see
I never know which way to answer
When they ask of me
Who are you?
Where you going?
I wonder who are thee?
For thirty years or so
I’ve walked around
Pretending to know
But everythings’ been kinda strange
Or at least we’re all
Now on the same page
One things’ for sure
I used to that cut paper,
Sing, dance, and hear what those trees whisper’d
While wondering, what’s simmering
And driving this body
Who are you
Where you from
Where you going
And how come?
Nice to meet you
I really mean it
I wanna know why
I just have to sing it
Bum diddly dumpty dum
Going along
Writing a story, but quite suddenly
Things seemed nice
Turned out, quite a tragedy
Yet even such tears
become a comedy, a drama-dy
a movie to make bad reviews about
So I sleep it off
Laugh, instead of scoff
My goodness
Aren’t we strange?
We take it in
Opinions, so seriously
As if we all, had advanced degrees in
Etymological chemistry.
Who are you