Nervous Young Inhumans

You should’ve seen my cursive back then
Every letter was above the line
My p’s and q’s raised their stems
So nothing crossed beneath
I’m a little better now
You galvanistic young boy
You galvanistic young man
You galvanistic young inhuman
You understand
Art gets what it wants and art gets what it deserves
Most people are jokes but you’re so real
Most of the time that I use the word «you»
Well you know that I’m mostly singing about you
You swore you’d never use
The face that your ex invented
So let’s meet up in
Uncanny valley
You galvanistic young boy
You galvanistic young man
You galvanistic young inhuman
You understand
You’ll get what you want and you’ll get what you deserve