Flower, A Square
Jerry Paper
Do you read me clearly?
Am I coming in clean?
Or are my round edges sharpened
By who I'm supposed to be?
Holster my ray gun
I come in peace
I've tried to mold myself to a
World that won't see me
I've wasted hours, countless hours of my precious time
Calling a flower a square
You look me in my eyes
Tell me with a straight face
"There's only two kinds of people in this world
So pick you place!"
I've wasted hours, countless hours of my precious time
Calling a flowеr a square
All those descriptions
Weed through thе muck of life
But isn't the nature of the world
Enough to make you cry?