They said, So what’s your type?
I said, Haven’t got one, But there must be more than two, And if you’re in, me and you We can play this game with no teams and no winners– We’re neither the saints nor the purest of sinners, But be my incentive for sticking around on earth, And I’ll be yours too. We’ll never find stars down here I’m told, But our participation here’s prized above gold.
So let’s make a story about me and you No need to represent Nothing to represent
Not theory nor experiment. This is a story about me and you:
They’re so glad to have you here
So long as you’re not too much of what you are,
And can fit yourself inside their narrow outline for one of the good ones
(Exactly one of the good ones).
But now you notice it’s feeling tight
And you’ve spent your life climbing up their pedestal
So you can be a prop:
One season change away from going out of style,
One slip away from getting knocked off.