All I wanted was normal I wanted us happy And photos of me When I smile genuinely I wanted to wake up one day And feel the sun on my face To put on my shoes and wash my hair when it's dirty And not think too much about what I could be or do better I'm too sad to be polite I play pretend that it's okay That it's resolved And I'm not getting old I'm not getting older She wrote in my records that I could not meet her eye And they write about how easy I am to understand That my fingers are a little shaky But I'm so clear and so straight But they don't know how casual I am But I'm still here again And I worry about What will happen in the summertime When there's nothing to be sad about And they don't turn on the street lights Until 10 p.m