Am I bright? . . . Or am I dumb? . . . Pretentious lyrics written at night? . . . My god, I AM dumb? Just rhymed dumb with dumb, so I guess that’s fun. My brain is overheated from the lyrics though it’s bedtime, or damn well near it, my heart is still up and wants to run. My brain is a free spirit. Am I bright? . . . Or am I dumb? . . . Pretentious lyrics written at night? . . . Boy, I must really be on one. I can’t decide if I feel pity or pride For myself when it comes to how capable my brain is inside. Like, we all have a cap. What if I’ve already reached that? Could I be getting dumber by the day? Answer me, please, I beseech of you in this format, and pray. Am I bright? . . . Or am I dumb? . . . Pretentious lyrics written at night? . . . Maybe I’ve got a lyricist’s thumb? Now, what that would be is quite simple. Like that story of King Midas turning all those people. Not into tires, but into solid gold and you may inquire, What that has to do with me If “lyricist thumb” is a thing then I think I’ve got three. Am I bright? . . . Or am I dumb? . . . Pretentious lyrics written at night? . . . Okay wait, wait stop for a moment. One. I just realized that saying I have three thumbs could be misconstrued as a dirty pun. To be clear, I was not referring to my dick. I was just being too boastful, and didn’t realize til it clicked. But now you understand, thank god, that I wasn’t just being a prick. Am I bright? . . . Or am I dumb? . . . Pretentious lyrics written at night? . . . Maybe no one needed this one.
