I Am Not Proper

I am not proper; I never will be; I think you're right when you tell me I'm wrong
With a heart made of copper; nothing can kill me; not even God knows where I belong
A plateful of hatred; what an adventure! I never thought you could ever break my heart
So unwelcome home; I am not proper; I am the reason we're falling apart
You want to enlighten me? don't even try it; polish your toenails, you waited too long
And started too late; I won't deny it, people like me, we just ain't that strong
All is for naught, and everything's empty; Michael Fleming reached the end of his rope
It doesn't make sense 'cause it ain't supposed to; I'm sorry, you can't help me cope with it
Doesn't help much, your real-estate smile don't offer me hope
Sometimes a lifetime don't make a novel; it just writes a suicide note
Jesus kept the company of beggars, thieves and whores
He turned some tables over, drank his wine and slept on floors
I am not proper; I never will be; I think you're right when you tell me I'm wrong
A heart made of copper; nothing can kill me; even God don't know where I belong
I count all my blessings each waking moment (and) I pray to God, "Please take each one away"
'Cause I am not proper; I never will be; just hurry me to the end of the day.