I never was one to walk on a tightrope
Didn’t count cracks on the pavement as I walked
I sucked at avoiding burning coal on the ground
And mud puddles and I were destined to be.
I love running and playing in open fields
Ride through flaming hoops for the thrill of it
I can never really get my hair to stay put
And when sliding down sandhills, am in heaven.
So don’t tell me to walk on eggshells
Don’t ask me to balance china on my limbs
Don’t let me juggle your favourite glassware
Unless you have no more use for it.
This suit sure as hell doesn’t fit
But we’ll get something else that does
For comfort is what we yearn for
Let me be me, as I let you be you.