You are not a culture, you are not a concept
sitting there beside yourself with time on your hands
I don't need any books. Just a dictionary, an exchange of looks
I know how you feel: it can suck to be real.
You are not our mother, you are not a precept
Sitting there and smiling wide with a crown on your head
I don't need you to look
Or your apathy, or your pocket book
If you must know how I feel
You should try to be real: you should try it.
