Gardenside Racecar Bed
There's a racecar bed in the alley behind your house
Though it lacks an engine I still sit in it by myself
Waiting for the world to get a grip on it all
I'm too embarrassed and its daily that i'm lost and in need of truth
Guess i'm dealing with something i can't stand to lose
I need some guidance form a path and make my way on through
Two was two
Two was one
Two was non-existent
I'm a real bad joke on a good day
Tell me over and over till I go away
I'm no piece of glass but i am plastic
Tell me its all the same
But i was made to change
We're all friends but i feel a little different than most of you
Don't want to freak but i said it with a bit to much attitude
You all hate me and you want to be with somebody new
I can't blame you cause i feel the same as all of you
I'm not part of the class but ill just sit in and listen
I'm not sure if i'll last i see this place as a prison