Call me a mess, it won't leave me in distress.
I have no wish to clean up my act.
I love my mess as a matter of fact.
Call me a child while I play away the day
Is that even bad, who is to say?
I live out of body while my life is up in the air
Free of the overwhelming endless wonder of who will care.
I won't lose sleep over what you think and say,
no matter what I have someone who will love me in anyway.
However I chose to be,
I will always love me