This is my face, Covered in freckles with the occasional spot and some veins
This is my body, Covered in skin and not all of it you can see
And this is my mind, It goes over and over the same old lines
And this is my brain, Its torturous, analytical thoughts make me go insane.
And I use mouthwash,
Sometimes I floss.
I’ve got a family,
And I drink cups of tea.
I’ve got nostalgic pavements,
I’ve got familiar faces,
I’ve got mixed up memories,
And I’ve got favorite places.
And I’m singin’ at home on a Friday night,
And I hope every thing’s gonna be alright.
This is my face, I’ve got a thousand opinions and not the time, the time to explain
And this is my body, And no matter how you try and disable it, yes, I’ll still be here
And this is my mind, And though you try to infringe you cannot confine
And this is my brain, And even if you try and hold me back there’s nothing that you can gain.