
[intro] yeah… laugh… that’s what you want, right…? [verse 1] paint it on, don’t let it crack smile wide, don’t talk back you like me better when I’m fake when I bend, when I break… red nose, yeah, make it cute say I’m “funny,” say I’m “used” every word you throw at me turns into a fucking comedy… [pre-chorus] I hear you laughing in my head… like everything I say is dead… [chorus] I’m your joke, your little clown spin me once then shut me down laugh it up, I’ll take the hit guess I’m made for this dumb shit… you don’t take me serious say I’m “too damn curious” nah, you just don’t give a fuck so you dress me up for luck… [verse 2] party hat and smeared-out tears been performing for some years you clap when I fall apart call it “art,” but it just hurts… every time I try to speak you just laugh and call me weak say “relax, it’s not that deep” but you’re the one who made me bleed… [pre-chorus 2] I tried to scream, you called it fun… like I’m not a fucking someone… [chorus] I’m your joke, your little clown drag me up then push me down laugh it up, I’ll play my part tear myself to fucking shreds for art… you don’t hear me when I cry just say “damn, she’s so dramatic, right?” yeah, I guess that’s what I am… just your sad little punchline… [bridge] what if I stop…? what if I don’t smile…? would you even notice me… if I wasn’t your fucking comedy…? …yeah… didn’t think so… [outro – stripped / tired] wipe it off… it’s all a mess… paint and tears on my dress… no more jokes… no more sound… just a girl… not your clown…

