Am I Getting Through, Pts. 1 & 2

I am strong, I am able

I spill milk on your table

Then I crawl like a baby

Just to see if you save me

I am sweet, I am ugly

I am mean if you love me

I try hard just to please you

When I say I don't need you

I dress up with a conscience

When I think you'll be watching

I say all the right things

I don't know what I mean

Am I, am I getting through?

Am I, am I getting through?

I am ignorant and rude

I am fashionably crude

But sometimes when it's quiet

I'm an angel in white

When I pose in the mirror

I want everyone near me

I am scared that I'm weird

I'm afraid I am queer

I am lovely and weak

I am foul when I speak

I am strange when I'm kind

I am frying my mind

Am I, am I getting through?

Am I, am I getting through?

I don't care, I don't care

Jesus loves me, I know

For my mom told me so

I'm a loser at love

I'm a flower in the mud

Am I, am I getting through?

Am I, am I getting through?

Am I, am I getting through?

Don't you hate it when the money starts to running out?

Your esoteric rants were made to twist and shout

I heard you moved and now you're hangin' on the Moulin Rouge

Don't you know no matter where you go

Somebody's always watchin' you

That's what they say

That's what they say

Now when the pages fade the love you made

Will seem one hundred light years away

That's what they say

That's what they say