Friday dinner at Landall's house
He is my best friend, we were eating steak
I was too afraid to say that I did not eat meat
So I just ate
And I wanted to cry
It happens every time I start to try
To explain something, oh
Two Mercedes in the driveway, I
Came there on my old bike that rainy afternoon
I think that his father thinks that
I'm the weirdest kid. "Why won't you get your driver's license?"
Explaining, how I tried!
But something in me breaks every single time
I can't do it alone
I need the Powerpoint of Emma Stone
Oh, Emma won't you make them see
That I'm not an idiot, I wish I'd be
And through the rain on my bike, I went back home
Two days later I was sick and dying
Feeling weak and lying in my bed
Thought 'bout how some things don't work out
And wondered what it was that Emma said
To her parents that day
That had convinced them to move to L.A.
I am not in love with Emma Stone
Although most of my phone is filled with her
I just think that she's the weirdest thing
She makes my life less cringeworthy and much less lonely
And on those dinner nights
I think of Emma and her laptop light
Shining on me from above
I need the powerpoint of Emma Stone
Oh Emma, won't you make them know
That I'm not an idiot, although
I'm lying in my bed with the flue and protein lacking salade.
If I'd project myself on things I see
So instead of Emma, it'd be me in her position
I would've, just like her, moved to L.A.
But the movies that I'd play in would be different
Octoman 3 and rip-offs of Godzilla
Stand ins for cheap thrillers, oh it's the saddest truth
But I don't give a fuck
Whatever I will do Emma has my back
She says: "It's not about what's smart
It is about what you want in your heart
And I am gonna make them see
That you're not an idiot. Don't you worry love"