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