The Number Twelve Looks Like You Follow

There's nothing made for you or me
So turn me into a tree and I'll stand silently.
Observe everyone i can never be
There's a club out there for me, oh just you wait and see
They wanna perfect being a clone
And then we're left alone, we're left all alone
Rejected, but I'm accepted into the League of Endangered Oddities
It's my one true home

So here's to another battle we can't win
Let's drop our heads
Sing to birds
And help those who don't fit in
Hate my legs, hate my head, to hell with everything I have

Turn their cringes into smiles
Even the servants of god are pedophiles

I'm on the train back from my no name job
to my no name town...
This is where I'm joined by the rest of clowns

Rejected, but I'm accepted to the League of Endangered Oddities

A smile I can't perfect.
A figure I can't figure out.
A weight heavily on my mind.

But I love my life and I'll drink to that.