I am a joke A fantastic sparkly joke Up on a billboard in the city Waiting for a fairy godmother to come To turn me into a pumpkin So I can hide from all the laughter
Up above the world I see All the things that I have never been And I am just a glorified sign nobody touches When I cry my tears mingle with the raindrops No one ever knows that I have cried Wearing a picture of someone else pretending to be something else
Everything and person rushes to stay young But I never move as I weather and I fade Hoping they will leave me be Just as I hope against hope to be restored Hatefully craving every face I scorn Cursed to constant vigilance
The towers grow like weeds to choke me The people donβt see it That itβs the buildings that rule the world When it should be the sky and the air But the tiny people raise mighty cities to hide from it
No more barbarian blood sacrifice They offer up little pieces of their brains Wrapped beautifully in shiny bits of soul As I smile and sell them things to fill in the holes