Flower, A Square

Do you read me clearly? Am I coming in clean? Or are my round edges sharpened by who I'm supposed to be? Holster my ray gun I come in peace I've tried to mold myself to a world that won't see me I've wasted hours, countless hours of my precious time Calling a flower a square (calling a flower a square) You look me in my eyes Tell me with a straight face "There's only two kinds of people in this world So pick your place!" I've wasted hours, countless hours of my precious time Calling a flower a square (calling a flower a square) All those descriptions Weed through the muck of life But isn't the nature of the world enough to make you cry?