In lipstick on the mirror, are the lyrics to my obituary
In iambic pentameter, followed parameter, crossing my eyes, dot my T's.
I was delivered holding scissors, I live deliberately, Iu0027m a quitter.
And a winner anyway, cause I never agreed to participate in this game.
Won't follow my dreams cause they all got me waking up screaming
I canu0027t let them go for me, after all there is no “I” in team.

And I'd rather be normal. Yes, so normal
I suggest that we keep this informal
Cause a normal human being wouldn't need
To pretend to be normal to be normal
Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya.
To be normal in a way I couldnu0027t be.
Cu0027mon, cu0027mon, and love me normally

If I could live in third person, well I donu0027t think life would be much worse than it is
In the current tense, presently, this sentence ending in question marks or dot dot dot...
Is it courageous or escapist to leave the quarantine when youu0027re contagious?
It may just be a cold, and besides I donu0027t wanna get old yeah
I drank myself to death to be the afterlife of the party
When the afterparty came, I was rolling in my grave.

And I'd rather be normal. Yes, so normal
I suggest that we keep this informal
Cause a normal human being wouldn't need
To pretend to be normal to be normal
Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya.
To be normal in a way I couldnu0027t be.
Cu0027mon, cu0027mon, and love me normally

[Spoken]
Now this is the part of the song where I talk to my audience. I like to tell 'em there's something I want from you hep cats tonight. I want you to look to your left, look to your right, your 12 o'clock, three o'clock, six o'clock, nine o'clock, rock around the clock tonight. And I want you to find those points of no return, those singularities, those event horizons, those burning rings of fire in the beautiful pupils and the beautiful eyes of the beautiful boy, girl, neither, both, or in-between that you brought with you tonight. And I want you to tell 'em how you really feel.

I want you to tell 'em that you love the way that they don't stick out like sore middle fingers. That they crawl their way up the side of the bell curve, stick their flag in the peak, and slide their way back down. I want you to tell them that you love the way that they're not maladaptive, not malcontent, not malignant or maleficent, but rather that you love them exactly the way that everybody else is

I was nothing before so I couldnu0027t have asked to be born
I'll be nothing again, so what am I between now and then?
Is there nothing to fear? Cause shit's getting weird
So to God who made this man, you better have one hell of a plan.

And I'd rather be normal. Yes, so normal
I suggest that we keep this informal
Cause a normal human being wouldn't need. No.
To pretend to be normal to be normal
Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya.
To be normal in a way I couldnu0027t be.
Cu0027mon, cu0027mon, yeah, I said cu0027mon, yeah.
Cu0027mon, cu0027mon, yeah, I said cu0027mon, yeah.
Cu0027mon, cu0027mon, and love me normally