Here I stand on the threshold of mediocrity poised at the brink of something truly ordinary.
Delusions of grandeur string me along the way I'll inspire a generation with uninspiration
Wake up, wonder twins. I'm so yesterday hanging over juries I'm the run of the mill my molehill.
Why am I so average? How do I find Courage to fly above water? Bleak and honest, meek and modest.
With friends like you who needs vulnerabilities it's sad but true you think we're wannabes yeah yeah we want to be unique. It's so tragic, so magically poetic, play it subtle, or boldly dramatic.