Taste

Will you find my (taste)

Am I really all the things that are outside of me?
Would I complete myself without the things I like around?
Does the music that I make play on my awkward face?
Do you appreciate the subtleties of taste, bud?

My friend and me were having a laugh
In a living room filled with arts and crafts
He said "I like their clothes and their china plates
But what I really want is a simple place
With no flashy clothes 'cause you can eat those"

(I don't get them, not their hearts, their taste
There's no need to protect my comforts
Serious threats, threats, threats)

Only Ma'd pretend to like the clothes she showed to me
Something in my heart can tell me it's a weakness
And maybe you would have more luck playing those tasty games
But me, I called and called and never heard from her again

(I know that body's built like rock
But I'll take you on
How would you talk to all your kids?
Keep them on your knee)??

It'd sure feel good to share our favorite things
I'll keep an open mind if you let me in
Don't let your temper rise, don't get a bitter face
Try not to judge me on my kind of taste
And don't go changing clothes when they don't like yours

(I don't get them, not their hearts, their taste
There's no need to protect my comforts
Serious threats, threats, threats)

Is it best we share our taste?
Am I really all the things that are outside of me?