You don’t know this song
But I caught you trying to sing along
Your mouth is moving but the words are all wrong
False signifiers
Like little liars
Send in the clowns
Numb from the neck down
If you don’t know now, chances are you never will
The pitcher’s full, but your plants are wilting on the windowsill
False signifiers
Like little liars
Send in the clowns
Numb from the neck down
You talk, and I wince
But you’ve got everybody else convinced
You’ve memorized and rehearsed your lines
While I’ve forgotten most of mine
You know all the steps, but you’ve got no swing
It’s an “I know why the caged bird sings,” type of thing
No swing
