(Still A) Weirdo کے بول

Now I know I took for granted That things would always go the way I wanted Oh, I was going to be a treetop A sea, a boat, a rock of ages I don't always get it right I'd see it in a different kind of light Pay my lip service Keep it eloquent Optimistic but Never quite elegant Still a weirdo Still a weirdo After all these years I'd always thought It's automatic to grow into a soul less static But here I am upon the same spot Attempting to lift off into space I don't always get it right But a thousand different ways and I just might Pay my lip service Keep it eloquent Optimistic but Never quite elegant Still a weirdo Still a weirdo After all these years Still a weirdo Still a weirdo After all these years Pay my lip service Keep it eloquent Optimistic but Never quite elegant Still a weirdo Still a weirdo After all these years Still a weirdo Still a weirdo After all these years