Prescient

I can see into the future but I can’t tell you what I see
And I can sing a verse or two but only out of key
And I can make jokes no one laughs at except me
I’m just the fat guy with personality

Who wants a narcoleptic insomniac with amnesia and ADD
Who’s also schizophrenic and hard of hearing and has damage in one knee
Bloodshot eyes and a mouth full of foam
I’ve even got restless leg syndrome
And my clothes don’t match
But I swear I’m quite a catch
If someone would just look past who I am
And see what I am
I know we’d be alright

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