Oh, Anthony

I'm kind and I'm clever
I know how to pull out the tab of a coffee cup
I find more pleasure in helping than hurting
I'm pretty sure that's enough

And as for grown-ups, I don't want to be one
And I don't want to see one again
And I don't want to know what I'm missing out on
Or if my hat's on the wrong end
So what if I'm walking home backwards?
I'm still gonna get where I get
Anthony's walked 'round in circles for years and he hasn't stopped yet

I'm funny and free with a few good tattoos
And a permanent crooked grin
I've medals for participation
And others for getting the hockey puck in

And as for losers, I've certainly been one
And I'll probably be one again
But I don't want to know what I'm getting too old for
So don't put your trash in my bin
So what if my life story's missing a cover
On sale for just $1.99?
He's scrawled in the margins of mine

I'm soft and I'm silly, my therapist tells me
I thoroughly know my own mind (thoroughly know your own mind)
I'm so self-aware she can't help me
I finish her sentences all the time

So as for sanity, take it or leave it
Don't know where I last put mine down
And I've gained 30 pounds since I lost it
So it probably won't fit me now
So what if my uncertain future
Looks nothing at all like my past?
Anthony's outside the confines of space-time completely
He's perfectly calm and relaxed

Yeah, Anthony's just where I left him
And he can't do a thing on his own
He's never won any trophies or accolades
He's never gonna get home
So I've got a leg up on the boy
That I've dreamed about being when I was 13
I'd rather be the real me than fake Anthony
Yeah, all and all, I'd rather be me than Anthony