I'm not dumber than anybody
I've got plenty of buddies
and I love making them laugh
then it's harder to tell them
I think Paris is awesome
I quickly run out of air there
maybe even too much
I anticipate every move
I'm not much into improv
a plan B, then a plan C
I've got a heart of embers
but a boy's modesty
long swept under the rug
everything I ever felt
until the day it all resurfaced
I hate conflicts
they make me run like the wind
I withdraw into myself
just like kids do so well
so hiding in my room
there I'll write to understand
how people work
how people work
how people work
when storms, deluges
come crashing on the ridge
I've found my refuge there
the shelter that isolates me
music will be my compass