Flower, A Square Lyrics by 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 (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 your place”
I’ve wasted hours, countless hours of my precious time
Calling a flower a square (Calling a flower a square)
All those descriptions
Weed through the muck of life
But isn’t the nature of the world enough to make you cry?