A Minor Novelty
One torn and draped with comedy
Patched up high upon your shelf
All sense and no sense for one self

To know a voice
To stand on your own
I never knew I could be
A stranger in my own home

A faint silhoutte
Mismatched against a different pallete
Lost amongst the cast and crew
All sense and no sense who knew?

To know a voice
To stand on your own
I never knew I could be
A stranger in my own home

I will
Rearrange
The room to suit my view
I will
Rearrange
The stage to suit my view
And I won't continue to break
Bend or shine for you no more
And I won't continue to break
Bend or shave anymore