I want to know what it's like to be awkward and innocent, not belligerent. I want to know how it feels to be useful and pertinent and have common sense. Let me in, let me in the club. 'Cause I want to belong and I need to be strong. And if memory serves, I'm addicted to words and they're useless.
I'm a mess, I'm a wreck. I am perfect and I have learned to accept all my problems and shortcomings 'cause I'm so visceral, yet deeply inept.