Fine...

Fine...
Tell me my words are mediocre...

Tell me I'm just as plain as gray
Walls under the light of an overcast day.
I will keep practicing and will most likely stay
Trapped behind the line of the bell curve in many ways
But... to be average is perfectly okay.

MOST people are average, I'm comfortable with that,
I'm not too skinny and not too fat,
I have a decent singing voice, but I can't really dance,
I'm good and bad at many things with a fairly standard balance,
I'm sometimes bold and sometimes shy but I don't have your arrogance,
I've never really felt the need to pretend I'm more advanced.

So don't you talk to me like that
To make yourself feel better,
Like your brain is any bigger
Or your piss is any wetter...
Your dreams are any stronger...
Your blood is any redder...

You use your words to make yourself feel tall,
But if you're going to act like a snake,
It's probably better if you learn to crawl
So you don't come off so fake.

Don't whisper things behind my back,
Come look me in the eye.
You can tell me there are things I lack,
I promise I won't cry.

I feel you like to shove words around
To exacerbate your diluted lie
That the more people you push to the ground
The faster you'll learn to fly.