I don’t get it.
Life’s a joke and I don’t get it.
Everybody else is laughing at its punchline.
But I’m just standing here
and I’m not feeling so fine.
So I nod my head and I smile and laugh,
like I’ve done before with jokes in the past.
I laugh and give a knowing wink just so no one else will think,
that I don’t get it.
Life’s a joke that I don’t get.
But that’s OK, because I fake my way like I’ve done before
and everything’s great and I’m quite safe
until someone comes along and asks, “what’s so funny?”
and so I laugh even harder to stall for time
and as I laugh I think
and then I stop my pointless laughter,
with a sigh winding down and answer: