Crooked Teeth
Got these crooked teeth
Still a smile underneath
You can see my face
But the real me is underneath
I'll show my flaws
Put em in display for y'all
If I send it out to space
Then I won't be room to fall
Feel like I've been done this my whole life
Cutting away like a dull knife
It's alright
Parks at the front of my null mind
A smile and joke makes the tone light
Is that alright?
Roast and poke and pry
Acting like a happy guy
Self deprecating lies
Like I wasn't on my side
I was trying to comprehend
Feelings I was sitting in
Judging every groove and bend
Flaws from end to end
Till reflection couldn't stand
Seeing the shape I was in
Cause looking at myself
Felt like looking at the end
I've made room shoulder all these inconvenient truths
About this mutant
Version of me
Story I've told over and over until the
Monster in my head
Took shelter in beliefs
Got these crooked teeth
Still a smile underneath
You can see my face
But the real me is underneath
I'll show my flaws
Put em in display for y'all
If I send it out to space
Then I won't be room to fall
Let's take it back
Little fat kid sitting in the front of the class
Wanted to do better
But with his friends
He still didn't quite know how act
Jokes not landing
No laugh back
Not understanding
How to react
Responding with anger
Felt his mind start going off track
He just wouldn't quit
Kept throwing jokes just to
Sharpen his wit
Trying new bits
Seeing what hits
Try with another
Gotta find out what sticks
Tried some improv
Learned the form
Suddenly he felt the warmth
Others had when they were born
Obsessive need to perform
Until he's hyper critical
Perfection lives subliminal
Living under stigmas
That propel him ever forward
Now his to live that
Perfection in his soul
Which never seems to help
As he has gotten old
I've made room shoulder all these inconvenient truths
About this mutant
Version of me
Story I've told over and over until the
Monster in my head
Took shelter in beliefs
Got these crooked teeth
Still a smile underneath
You can see my face
But the real me is underneath
I'll show my flaws
Put em in display for y'all
If I send it out to space
Then I won't be room to fall
Still a smile underneath
You can see my face
But the real me is underneath
I'll show my flaws
Put em in display for y'all
If I send it out to space
Then I won't be room to fall
Feel like I've been done this my whole life
Cutting away like a dull knife
It's alright
Parks at the front of my null mind
A smile and joke makes the tone light
Is that alright?
Roast and poke and pry
Acting like a happy guy
Self deprecating lies
Like I wasn't on my side
I was trying to comprehend
Feelings I was sitting in
Judging every groove and bend
Flaws from end to end
Till reflection couldn't stand
Seeing the shape I was in
Cause looking at myself
Felt like looking at the end
I've made room shoulder all these inconvenient truths
About this mutant
Version of me
Story I've told over and over until the
Monster in my head
Took shelter in beliefs
Got these crooked teeth
Still a smile underneath
You can see my face
But the real me is underneath
I'll show my flaws
Put em in display for y'all
If I send it out to space
Then I won't be room to fall
Let's take it back
Little fat kid sitting in the front of the class
Wanted to do better
But with his friends
He still didn't quite know how act
Jokes not landing
No laugh back
Not understanding
How to react
Responding with anger
Felt his mind start going off track
He just wouldn't quit
Kept throwing jokes just to
Sharpen his wit
Trying new bits
Seeing what hits
Try with another
Gotta find out what sticks
Tried some improv
Learned the form
Suddenly he felt the warmth
Others had when they were born
Obsessive need to perform
Until he's hyper critical
Perfection lives subliminal
Living under stigmas
That propel him ever forward
Now his to live that
Perfection in his soul
Which never seems to help
As he has gotten old
I've made room shoulder all these inconvenient truths
About this mutant
Version of me
Story I've told over and over until the
Monster in my head
Took shelter in beliefs
Got these crooked teeth
Still a smile underneath
You can see my face
But the real me is underneath
I'll show my flaws
Put em in display for y'all
If I send it out to space
Then I won't be room to fall
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Rhodes
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