Funeral Clown

I like your smile I like your laughter I stuck around in hopes that we'd talk after I could've sworn that you'd remember my name I guess I wasn't cool enough to drag on your chain There you go pointing your finger at me Saying "she's my number one, isn't she great?" Tears spill over my painted face I'm a clown at my own funeral Oooh I've got a cavity It's hard to see it I've got a nerve exposed, I think it's bleeding I'm coming close to kicking and screaming I'm hanging on as I cry at the ceiling Here you come again, checking on me Asking if I needed something and am I okay Tears spill over my painted face I'm a clown at my own funeral Oooh You're so popular You're so pretty I'm just a piece of trash in your big city You need a break from all my sadness and pity I like your photographs, you're in so many Call me up of the blue more often Remind me that I'm your best friend Tears spill over my painted face I'm a clown at my own funeral Oooh Tears spill over my painted face I'm a clown at my own funeral Oooh I'm a clown, I'm a clown, I'm a clown, I'm a clown, I'm a clown, I'm a clown