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, I'm a quitter
And a winner anyway
'Cause I never agreed to participate in this game
Won't follow my dreams, no, they all got me waking up screaming
I can let them go from me, after all there's 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 couldn't be, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
C'mon, c'mon, and love me normally

If I could live in third person
Well, I don't 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 you're contagious?
It may just be a cold
And besides, I don't wanna get old, yeah
I drank myself to death to be the afterlife of the party
When the after party 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 couldn't be, ay, ay, ay, yeah
C'mon, c'mon, and love me normally

Now this is the part of the song where I like to 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 twelve o'clock, three o'clock, six o'clock
Nine o'clock, rock around the clock tonight
I want you to find those points of no return, those singularities
Those burning rings of fire in the beautiful pupils
Of 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 love the way they so seamlessly
Like a dream, so beautifully
Oh so dutifully jam that square peg in the round hole in their hearts

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 'em 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 couldn't 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 could never be, yeah, yeah
C'mon, c'mon, yeah, I said c'mon, yeah
C'mon, c'mon, yeah, I said c'mon, yeah
C'mon, c'mon, and love me normally, whoa
Yeah, whoa, yeah

C'mon, c'mon and love me normally