What's Up With Me? Lyrics

 what's up with me 
 would you believe 
 i'm not exactly what i'm supposed to be 
 a grand cliche on holiday 
 from what i read i guess a dead giveaway 
 a reluctant dilettante 
 with no favorite work of art 
 or beloved poem that i wrote in rome  or somewhere 
 i get every lesson a la carte 
 and a purple heart starved for air 
 je parle francais while i'm away 
 though i never have a thing to say 
 what's up with me complatency 
 far too obvious for you to agree 
 an idiot savant wondering if he's dumb or smart 
 struck by cupid's arrow 
 or a poison dart filled with fear and how 
 everything might fall apart 
 ending at the start insincere 
 what's up with me 
 
 born a scorpio 
 my deviations on display 
 well i feel all wrong though i'm a-okay (so they say...) 
 i know better than to act this way 
 hell i put you on touche 
 what's up with me   
 
 champs elysee 
 suddenly she's there 
 telling me that i'm to blame 
 je suis content 
 getting what i want 
 though i whisper the wrong name 
 au revoir 
 no small faux pas 
 thinking of you