[Verse 1]In lipstick on the mirror are the lyrics to my obituaryIn iambic pentameter, followed parameter, cross my eyes, dot my T'sI was delivered holding scissors, I live deliberately, I'm a quitterAnd a winner anyway, cause I never agreed to participate in this gameWon't follow my dreams, 'cause they all got me waking up screamingI can't let them go for me, after all, there is no “I” in team[Chorus]And I'd rather be normal, yes, so normalI suggest that we keep this informal'Cause a normal human being wouldn't needTo pretend to be normal, to be normalWell I guess that's the least that I owe yaTo be normal in a way I couldn't beC'mon, c'mon, and love me normally[Verse 2]If I could live in third person, well, I don't think life would be much worse than it isIn the current tense, presently, this sentence ending in question marks or dot, dot, dotIs it courageous or escapist to leave the quarantine when you're contagious?It may just be a cold, and besides I don't wanna get old, yeahI drank myself to death to be the afterlife of the partyWhen the afterparty came, I was rolling in my grave[Chorus]And I'd rather be normal, yes, so normalI suggest that we keep this informal'Cause a normal human being wouldn't needTo pretend to be normal, to be normalWell I guess that's the least that I owe yaTo be normal in a way I couldn't beC'mon, c'mon, and love me normally[Bridge 1, spoken]Now this is the part of the song where I like to talk to my audienceI like to tell 'em there's something I want from you hep cats tonightI 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 tonightAnd I want you to find those points of no return, those singularities, 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 feelI want you to love the way they so seamlessly, like a dream for me, so beautifully, oh-so-dutifully jam that square peg in the round hole in their heartsI want you to tell 'em that you love the way that they don't stick out like sore middle fingersThat they crawl their way up the side of the bell curve, stick their flag in the peak, and slide their way back downI 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[Bridge 2]I was nothing before, so I couldn't have asked to be bornI'll be nothing again, so what am I between now and then?Is there nothing to fear? Cause shit's getting weirdSo to God who made this man, you better have one hell of a plan[Chorus]And I'd rather be normal, yes, so normalI suggest that we keep this informal'Cause a normal human being wouldn't need, noTo pretend to be normal, to be normalWell, I guess that's the least that I owe yaTo be normal in a way I could never beC'mon, c'mon, yeah, I said c'mon, yeahC'mon, c'mon, yeah, I said c'mon, yeahC'mon, c'mon, and love me normallyC'mon, c'mon and love me normally
