I’m really nothing special when it comes to games like Scrabble
But I can sometimes dominate at Trivial Pursuit
Even though I’m often written off as unintelligent
And my input’s often written off as naive, slow, or cute
But I am not naive, I’m just an optimist
I can fully comprehend what a fucked-up world this is
Because of this, you might presume I simply just don’t get it
But I do go far beyond your perception of dim-witted
I just try to look beyond the gloom to find what makes life worth living

I often patch my clothes to make them more functional
But I sometimes patch them just to make them look more snazzy
But over all, I hate to waste, hence I reuse my clothes
I don’t do it to fit a scene, or just to strike a pose
But I am not hardcore, I just try to be myself
It’s inevitable along the way I’ll look like someone else
Because of this, you might presume I pretend to be somebody
But there’s so many folks upon this world, our identities get muddy
So I just behave the closest to the ways that make me happy

I’ve a new laptop and I’ve seen what androids we’ve become
Everything’s electronic now, our friendships and our sex
No need for face-to-face friendship because we’ve got the net
Our entire lives are simplified to a photo and some text
But I am not my profile, it’s just an effigy
Depicting the most brief cliff notes of the story of my life
Because of this, you might presume this flashy screen is me
But really it’s just a snapshot of the point where I’ve arrived
The complexity of my whole life, now condensed to simply 2D

I’ve made these neat little categories to define myself:
Artist, atheist, independent, a FUCKING WHITE MALE, gay
And the world wants so much clarity to which ones I belong
As long as it’s known what I am, it doesn’t matter what I say
But I’m not my identity, I’m too ambivalent
My soul cannot be limited to symbolic, dull compartments
Of each these things, you might presume I’m the equivalent
But humans can’t be subdivided to easy, quick departments
Our identities no more a part of us than our clothes or our apartments

So come with me, our limitations slowly melt away
’Til it’s just us, no facades, no fronts
In sweet ambivalence is where we’ll stay