There's a little man, who lives inside a small fruit.
He's got paperclip walking sticks to hold up his rotten roof.

And I won't pretend to try to make sense, 'cause it's not any fun to me,
I won't be no more, 'cause I don't wanna go where you want me.

You're always trying to find your life in a fortune cookie meaning in the tea leaves at your glass.
Try to find your way in the dark, try to make sense of the stars.

And I'm terrible at holding a tune, this you know and you can't blame me for.
That's why you can't stay. That's what you tell me when you're going away.

And there's a little man, lives inside of a small fruit.
Paperclip walking stick to hold up his rotten roof.
And I won't pretend to try and make sense, 'cause it's not any fun.

I don't wanna be normal like you want me to be.
'cause you're always trying to find meaning in a fortune cookie.
You're always trying to make sense of the leaves at the bottom of your tea cup.
Sense in the stars.
Finding your way in the dark.

I don't wanna be like you.
I don't wanna be like you.

Rather be spontaneous like me.

There's a little man, lives inside of a small fruit.