Super Deluxe - 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