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Sometimes people ask me things
Like what I want to be--
I'll go and join their world someday--
So I tell them I don't know.

I'm in my head, I'm screaming things
That someone's bound to hear.
I take a thought and wipe it off
And grin from ear to ear

I want to be a hero sir
I want to be a writer.
But I'm an idiot by occupation
And my transfers in the mail.

Laugh. It's awfully funny.
That I take myself so seriously,
Each problem a poem,
Each poem, a problem.

Don't you listen to what I say,
I got no rhythm in my head
No words for what I think.
And, to be honest, regretful.

I hide the lies within the truth
The truth within the lies.
Laugh laugh laugh laugh--
It's a comedy.

Come now,
The fools meant to be laughed at,
It's in my job description
Watch me run and trip and fall--

I've screwed myself
Too many times
I can't disguise my eyes
At all.

I'm my own worst enemy
The things I stand against
And all the things that I despise
All rolled up into one.

I wear a mask of self deception
Denial of myself.
I tell myself(and anyone else)
A bunch of seamless lies.

I'm an idiot by job description,
I truly cannot lie.
I wish I'd be just someone else,
But my transfers in the mail.

When your coworkers insane
Your manager a clown
And your laptop your personal cynic,
I can't help to wish for things that are never coming.

I'd like to be anything else
I'd be a truthful lawyer ma'am, please!
Still, all my letters of resignation
were rejected by the office.

You see, I'd like to be some sort of hero
But it's simply just too hard
When you're busy watching pies and disks
Go soaring through the sky.

People like to ask me
What I'm going to be
I wipe the smile off my face
And tell them I don't know.

Description
Sometimes people ask me things
Like what I want to be--
I'll go and join their world someday--
So I tell them I don't know.

I'm in my head, I'm screaming things
That someone's bound to hear.
I take a thought and wipe it off
And grin from ear to ear

I want to be a hero sir
I want to be a writer.
But I'm an idiot by occupation
And my transfers in the mail.

Laugh. It's awfully funny.
That I take myself so seriously,
Each problem a poem,
Each poem, a problem.

Don't you listen to what I say,
I got no rhythm in my head
No words for what I think.
And, to be honest, regretful.

I hide the lies within the truth
The truth within the lies.
Laugh laugh laugh laugh--
It's a comedy.

Come now,
The fools meant to be laughed at,
It's in my job description
Watch me run and trip and fall--

I've screwed myself
Too many times
I can't disguise my eyes
At all.

I'm my own worst enemy
The things I stand against
And all the things that I despise
All rolled up into one.

I wear a mask of self deception
Denial of myself.
I tell myself(and anyone else)
A bunch of seamless lies.

I'm an idiot by job description,
I truly cannot lie.
I wish I'd be just someone else,
But my transfers in the mail.

When your coworkers insane
Your manager a clown
And your laptop your personal cynic,
I can't help to wish for things that are never coming.

I'd like to be anything else
I'd be a truthful lawyer ma'am, please!
Still, all my letters of resignation
were rejected by the office.

You see, I'd like to be some sort of hero
But it's simply just too hard
When you're busy watching pies and disks
Go soaring through the sky.

People like to ask me
What I'm going to be
I wipe the smile off my face
And tell them I don't know.