Will you sign my

Am I really all the things that are outside of me?

Would I complete myself without the things I like around?
Does the music that I make play on my awkward face?
Do you appreciate the subtleties of taste buds?


My friend and me were having laughs
In a living room filled with arts and crafts

He said "I like their clothes and their charming plates
But what I really want is a simple place
With no fashion clothes 'cause you can't eat those"


Only Ma'd pretend to like the clothes she showed to me
Something in my heart can tell me it's a weakness

And maybe you would have more luck playing those tasty games
But me, I called and called and never heard from her again


She's too good to share our favorite things
I'll keep an open mind if you let me in
Don't let your temper rise, don't get a bitter face

Try not to judge me on my kind of taste
And don't go changing clothes when they don't like yours


Is your best wish your taste?
Am I really all the things that are outside of me?