Pull Over

Tall, grey skinned, big head Normality is my ignorance Part desire, part need I was exhaled by stars Slip and slides? I knew of nebulas Solar crotch rockets What we called them back then “The glory years” Who am I? Where did I come from? Don’t answer, just stare Please make sure I’m as nervous as can be Count to three... I sit with Gods but plead with policemen I promise you I’m normal To be at odds with yourself over whether or not you belong can give humans what I call “the furrow brow” Laughing is my new habit True bad puns and all it’s alienation At the very least. I garnered some wit Some class A tempting of sorts I sit by a meteor sent by a shower Simulate kiss symbols and practice saying "I do" I’ll never be like you I’ll never be like any of you I come from the stars You come from lakes Driving fast got me here Then again I’m not from these parts...