Citizen Sparkle

I have always wanted to be lavish Polished and controlled And since always it happens to be That life's a mess Improving routines to plastify My daily life Improving ways to handle Everyday's interactions with microbes (Microbes) Now I know They feed me I feed them (Them) Now I know They feed me I feed them (Well, it's kind of a difficult situation to explain but, to be honest...) I have always dreamed of becoming a star Known for his cleanliness in diplomatic exchange (What the f*ck?) Little I knew, that life had other chances to predict And I have been a let down for whatever soul trusted in me In a collection Of tiny details I have failed to provide a consistent And dry impression of the citizen sparkle They want to see in me How was I supposed to arrange myself In any other way than this? How was I supposed to do so? How was I? How was I supposed to arrange myself In any other way than this? How was I supposed to do so? How was I?