So I wrote this lil bit after acquiring some bells (truly, just random) to play off my own fantasy of having actual musical tools and using them with some moderate amount of talent (just joking, I have no talent, and I do not recommend you listen to this song, though I do kind of harmonize with myself about 2/3's in). The beginning I am trying to hum but it sounds kind of throaty, which was not my intention and I'll avoid that in the future because it's not how I should be making tunes. Anywho, lyrics below!
Also, I've never been good at tenses so deal with it.
You are all
Way too fucking cool
I simp for your approval
And I know that I will fail
Because nothing is ever good enough for you except for when it fucking is
And then it is amazing
And the joy on your face I can't escape
It ripples through the world
I'm more of a platypus
I haven't figured that one out yet
I know a few frog autistics too
And they are pretty neat
We all come in different flavours
And understand metaphors
Better than you think.
Sometimes we still take things too literally. Too seriously.
And that's why we're so playful, to take the edge off of that.
Sorry not sorry that we can't moderate existence for you,
There is no mild to severe.
Only mild, spicy, ranch, pickle, frog and platypus and whatever the fuck we want to make up next.
Because life's a social construct and we'd rather play with rules that are fun
That don't leave the homeless cold and starving when there are empty houses.
We object to a world that doesn't make sense and sometimes that means we're treated like the enemy when really we just have global thinking and compassion that hurts so hard it leaves us laying on the floor, so maybe we just have good ideas but you don't want to help or listen to us.
So here's to pickle autistics.
I'm simping for you.