Dead Pixel


You stood out like a dead pixel 
On a white screen
Like a white crayon
Colored by the other ones
Porous like a sea sponge
Soaking up the bright sun
Listen to the question
Answer with another one

And all around you stand the typical
They dress in stars they dress in stripes
They look at you and say you’re different
You look at them and say you’re right
You’re right
You’re right
You’re right
Yeah right

But you look good like a puma
Prowling through the dark night
Rocking with the nightlife
‘Till of course you close your eyes