You know I'm only joking when I mean every word I say
And I had begun to comprehend that even though my body's right here
I'm a stone throw away
Laughing down the scale, buuhuu
I'd like to learn how to be
A rock, but not like this, no buuhuu
Ooh, I'm becoming more what kids these days call insecure
In your world, I cannot make a fist in the palm of your hand, I don't fit no more
A finger resting on the pulse
Way up in my own asshole
You know that I am on it, so you might find it ironic
When I'm a stone throw away
Laughing down the scale, buuhuu
I'd like to learn how to be
A rock, but not like this, no buuhuu
