An extra hour doesn't mean a whole lot anymore

One of those fabulous shiny magenta ones that curls around your wrist when you smack it

Body

I could pick it out
In a crowd of a thousand
Where the other thousand are Kermit the Frog

I don't give two ***** about how I look.
Noticeably.
Face is like a spring bloom,
Except all the blooms are reddish, bursting, bleeding buds.
My head is everywhere rounded:
Pictures accentuate the impeccable sphere.
So what?

But I tell you,
When waiters give me kiddie menus without a second thought,
They better not ******* forget the crayons.

Is like a songbird
Flying headfirst into a glass window

And yet I'm so ******* far away