Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Love, Me Normally, artist - Will Wood.
Date of issue: 09.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Love, Me Normally |
In iambic pentameter, followed parameter, crossing my eyes, dot my T’s |
I was delivered holding scissors, I live deliberately, I’m a quitter |
And a winner anyway, cause I never agreed to participate in this game |
Won’t follow my dreams 'cause they all got me waking up screaming |
I can’t let them go for me, after all, there is no «I» in team |
And I’d rather be normal, yes, so normal |
I suggest that we keep this informal |
'Cause a normal human being wouldn’t need |
To pretend to be normal, to be normal |
Well I guess that’s the least that I owe ya |
To be normal in a way I couldn’t be |
C’mon, c’mon, and love me normally |
If I could live in third person, well, I don’t think life would be much worse |
than it is |
In the current tense, presently, this sentence ending in question marks or dot, |
dot, dot |
Is it courageous or escapist to leave the quarantine when you’re contagious? |
It may just be a cold, and besides I don’t wanna get old, yeah |
I drank myself to death to be the afterlife of the party |
When the afterparty came, I was rolling in my grave |
And I’d rather be normal, yes, so normal |
I suggest that we keep this informal |
'Cause a normal human being wouldn’t need |
To pretend to be normal, to be normal |
Well I guess that’s the least that I owe ya |
To be normal in a way I couldn’t be |
C’mon, c’mon, and love me normally |
Now this is the part of the song where I like to talk to my audience |
I like to tell 'em there’s something I want from you hep cats tonight |
I want you to look to your left, look to your right, your 12 o’clock, |
three o’clock, six o’clock, nine o’clock, rock around the clock tonight |
And I want you to find those points of no return, those singularities, |
those burning rings of fire in the beautiful pupils and the beautiful eyes of |
the beautiful boy, girl, neither, both, or in-between that you brought with you |
tonight, and I want you to tell 'em how you really feel |
I want you to love the way they so seamlessly, like a dream for me, |
so beautifully, oh-so-dutifully jam that square peg in the round hole in their |
hearts |
I want you to tell 'em that you love the way that they don’t stick out like |
sore middle fingers |
That they crawl their way up the side of the bell curve, stick their flag in |
the peak, and slide their way back down |
I want you to tell them that you love the way that they’re not maladaptive, |
not malcontent, not malignant or maleficent, but rather that you love them |
exactly the way that everybody else is |
I was nothing before, so I couldn’t have asked to be born |
I’ll be nothing again, so what am I between now and then? |
Is there nothing to fear? |
Cause shit’s getting weird |
So to God who made this man, you better have one hell of a plan |
And I’d rather be normal, yes, so normal |
I suggest that we keep this informal |
'Cause a normal human being wouldn’t need, no |
To pretend to be normal, to be normal |
Well, I guess that’s the least that I owe ya |
To be normal in a way I could never be |
C’mon, c’mon, yeah, I said c’mon, yeah |
C’mon, c’mon, yeah, I said c’mon, yeah |
C’mon, c’mon, and love me normally |