I am Extraordinary
I’m tired. I’m arguing with The Specialist, and I have to say that I provoked it. I”m in a magical kind of odd mood. Where I swing understandably from one happy mood to an angry one without warning. I’m slightly Gert-ish. Anyway. Time for a Lyric Spew. Extraordinary, Liz Phair
You think that I go home at night
Take off my clothes, turn out the lights
But I burn letters that I write
To you, to make you love me
Yeah, I drive naked through the park
And run the stop sign in the dark
Stand in the street, yell out my heart
To make, to make you love me
I am extraordinary, if you’d ever get to know me
I am extraordinary, I am just your ordinary
Average every day sane psycho
Supergoddess
Average every day sane psycho
You may not believe in me
But I believe in you
So I still take the trash out
Does that make me too normal for you?
So dig a little deeper, cause
You still don’t get it yet
See me lickin’ my lips, need a primitive fix
And I’ll make, I’ll make you love me
I am extraordinary, if you’d ever get to know me
I am extraordinary, I am just your ordinary
Average every day sane psycho
Supergoddess
Average every day sane psycho
Supergoddess
See me jump through hoops for you
You stand there watching me performing
What exactly do you do?
Have you ever thought it’s you that’s boring?
Who the hell are you?
I am extraordinary, if you’d ever get to know me
I am extraordinary, I am just your ordinary
Average every day sane psycho
Supergoddess
Average every day sane psycho
Average every day sane psycho
Supergoddess
Average every day sane psycho
Average every day sane psycho
Supergoddess
Average every day sane psycho
Average every day sane psycho
Yeah, that’s me. I’m insane. I’m extraordinary, but no one takes the time to know me. And with the exception of Dax and My mom, my family doesn’t know me. It’s like them and us. I’m affection starved. Especially for as large of a family that i have. That doesn’t mean I don’t get it, but you want it from certain people, and they go along assuming that you’ll always dote on them the way you did when you were eight. I’m tired — and I’m upset that even within my own family, even with my own siblings, never an ounce of affection was ever directed back at me. There was a time I would have never imagined arguing with the Specialist, all I wanted was to be good enough for him. And it seems through impeccably high standards, i’ve given up. Maybe it’s all intrinsic. Maybe I’m still doing this all inside of my head. Maybe I was just a supremely annoying child, (I have no doubt) but that doesn’t mean that he didn’t mean the world to me at one point. Which he did. Every part of it.
Derringer Meryl [Reminice] Out