I am strong, I am able, I spill milk on your table
Then I cry like a baby, just to see if you save me
I am sweet, I am ugly, I am mean if you love me
I try hard just to please you when I say I don't need you
I dress up with a conscience when I think you'll be watching
I say all the right things, I don't know what I mean
Am I, am I getting through
Am I, am I getting through
I am ignorant and rude, I am fashionably crude
And sometimes when it's quiet I'm an angel in white
When I pose in the mirror I want everyone near me
I am scared that I'm weird, I'm afraid I am queer
I am lovely, I'm weak, I am foul when I speak
I am strange when I'm kind, I am frying my mind
Am I, am I getting through
Am I, am I getting through
I don't care, I don't care
Jesus loves me I know, for my mom told me so
I'm a loser at love, I'm a flower in the mud
Am I, am I getting through
Am I, am I getting through
Am I, am I getting through
Don't you hate me when the motor starts running out
Your esoteric rants were made to twist and shout
I heard you moved, now you're hangin' on the Moulin Rouge
Don't you know no matter where you go somebody's always watching
That's what they say
That's what they say
When the pages fade
The love you made
Will seem one hundred light years away
That's what they say
That's what they say
