Special

I tried to wash you off like a Sunday morning
Of mowing lawns and weeding gardens
Bleeding from the thorns that are growing here

I tried to write you off when I heard you coming
Like a burning car, like I went running
The only way I knew was very far

You wanna say I'm wrong
It's not like you so I must be wrong
So if you wanna say I'm wrong
You get to be in a song
Aren't you special?

I feel like a TV set, static glitching
Volume up and screen projecting
Making sure I'm light years away

You threw me off, didn't see you coming
So I shut off, and began re-numbing
All the parts of me you tried to break

You wanna say I'm wrong
It's not like you so I must be wrong
If you wanna say I'm wrong
You get to be in a song
Aren't you special?

If you wanna say I'm wrong
You get to be in a song
Aren't you special?