Two weeks ago, you were begging for a tour of my mouth

Now I’ve almost died, and you said good luck, figure it out

I said I’m sober, but you buy me a beer, and you laugh it off

What a skill it is to hear what you wanna hear every time I talk

You say that I’m broken

You say that I’m a hot mess

But maybe I’m normal

I think I’m normal

you claim that I’m dumb

you think that I should say less

I think I’m normal

Maybe I’m normal

Does anybody anybody feel a little bit like me

Flaws and all, But you get what you see

You say that I’m perfect but not perfect for you

I’m sure that’s normal

I’m tired of normal

When you make me feel small, does it make you feel big? Is that all it takes

Nobody loves you more than the mirror on the wall; what a pretty face

You ask questions, that you won’t answer, are you in politics

When I hint I just need more, It’s the Apocalypse

You say that I’m broken

You say that I’m a hot mess

But maybe I’m normal

I think I’m normal

you claim that I’m dumb

you think that I should say less

I think I’m normal

Maybe I’m normal

Does anybody anybody feel a little bit like me

Flaws and all, But you get what you see

You say that I’m perfect but not perfect for you

I’m sure that’s normal

I’m tired of normal