People see you as sour, but I know, I know your not like the rest
Your a different lemon, sweet on the inside, but it's not your fault your with the other sour lemons, you blend perfectly with the others

I wish people could see you the way I do
I wish people could see you the way the others lemons are, and compare
I wish I could walk up to you and grab you
But the people judge, “Never buy a lemon” they say
And so, I stay away

I cry sweet tears, not as sweet as you
Hoping to have the courge to walk towards you

Somtimes I doubt myself, how do I know you're not a normal lemon?
Obsessing over something so sour?
How could I know my heart wont break?
Oh! But I love you my lemon!

Your like an invisible field, I canot go near
I wish one day it will disappear
So please, sour lemon come to me, I cannot bring myself to you my sweet sweet lemon.

They expect us to sit up straight
Look nice all the time
But this isn't really about chairs

They expect us to be perfect in everyway
Not an unwanted curve in our carvings
But this isn't really about chairs

They expect us to be there when needed
Like we have nothing to do
But this isn’t really about chairs

They expect us to look perfect
To have no flaws
But this isn't really about chairs


And what about the chairs who dont sit up straight?
The ones who aren't perfect in every way?
Have one too many curves?
What if they aren't there for when you need them?
What if they have something else to do?
What if they have flaws?

What do you do?
Discard them?
Say hurtful things about them?
Point out each and every flaw?

Maybe, just maybe it's not the chairs
But the people who use them,
The people who made them

But this isn’t really about chairs
Is it?