What's Up With Me

What's up with me

Would you believe

I'm not exactly what I'm supposed to be

A grand cliche on holiday



From what I read I guess a dead giveaway

A reluctant dilettante

With no favorite work of art

Or beloved poem that I wrote in rome or somewhere



I get every lesson a la carte

And a purple heart starved for air

Je parle francais while I'm away

Though I never have a thing to say



What's up with me complatency

Far too obvious for you to agree

An idiot savant wondering if he's dumb or smart

Struck by cupid's arrow



Or a poison dart filled with fear and how

Everything might fall apart

Ending at the start insincere

What's up with me



Born a scorpio

My deviations on display

Well I feel all wrong though I'm a-okay (so they say...)

I know better than to act this way



Hell I put you on touche

What's up with me



Champs elysee

Suddenly she's there

Telling me that I'm to blame

Je suis content



Getting what I want

Though I whisper the wrong name

Au revoir

No small faux pas

Thinking of you