I'm Not

Crooked little bones
Skin hangs weird on his face
Feels like silicone, it looks so out of place
I pick up the guitar and the strings break
Nothing stays in tune
It makes me seem so fake
It feels so fake
It makes me seem so fake

Want me to be your whore
Come over to sleep at the foot of your door
Like some fucking dog
Clawing to be let in
You're disgusting
Wipe off that smug little grin
What's so funny about this?
What's so funny about me?
What's so funny?
What's so funny?

I don't want these lies in my face
They eat them up like a big slice of cake
It makes them seem so fake
And it feels so fake
It makes me seem so fake

Want me to be your whore
Come over to sleep at the foot of your door
Like some fucking dog
Clawing to be let in
You're disgusting
Wipe off that smug little grin
That smug little grin
That smug little grin
That smug little grin

What's so funny about this?
What's so funny about me?
What's so funny?
What's so funny?
What's so funny about this?
What's so funny about me?
This imposing dress, these little shoes
That obvious smile, the late nights of booze
It's too much
It's too much
It's so much
It's so much
It's too much
It's too much
It's too much
It's too much
It's too much

I'm not crazy
I'm not crazy
I'm not crazy
For wanting more
I'm not
I'm not crazy
I'm not crazy
For wanting more
I'm not
I'm not crazy
I'm not crazy
For wanting more
I'm not
I'm not crazy
I'm not
I'm not
I'm not
I'm not
I'm not
I'm not
I'm not
I'm not
I'm not