I wish to dance upon people's tongues like wasabi
To bite, to anger, to be somebody
But I'm so horribly normal
How ******* boring!
Stumbling at tango
I bump many ankles
I hate the style of dance, my nature is to prance
But I fall to preen for praise, same old routine
Being the "good boy"
That studies and does well, the perfect little toy
Picked up, put down
Terribly reliable, but not without the cost of a perpetual frown
As sadness is my default
I dont know who to call
To change my settings
Rewire whatever ******-up meddling
Told me to hide myself
And endanger my health
For people who don't care
To wander a ghost rather than to merit a stare