Throwing Muses. Crayon Sun. Zeneszám

Scrunched up face in a picture booth
Feet don't reach the bathroom floor
Photos flying through the air
Neighbors tree needs me to climb
This what I am, this is what I am
Crayon sun on all the pants
Someone lacing my shoes up wrong
This is what I am, this is what I am
Finger pointed at the moon
Little scare and the thunder boom

Carrying cars from my swing door
Reaching out for a hand to hold
This is what I am, this is what I am
Crayon sun on all the pants
Someone lacing my shoes up wrong
This is what I am, this is what I am