You sit and laugh at me
My clothes and my shoes
Even my personality
You say that I'm not "cool"
Well if being "cool"
Means wearing clothes
That are two sizes to small
And goofy uncomfortable shoes
If it means acting a fool
Constantly bragging
About drugs and drinking
And guy's I'm shagging
Honey, I don't WANT to be cool
I don't want to be like you
Being me is so much better
Honest to gods
I'd rather be tared and feather
Than be what you call "cool"
So I think I'll stay like me
Sitting in the back row
A silent friendly shadow
Just me
Me and my poetry
