I'm not into small talk
I'd rather go for forest walks
I can't handle crowded places
And all the looks on your faces
I don't wanna hang around
When the NT's are throwing down
I'd rather chill out with the freaks
And I've got a soft spot if you're a geek
I'm losing it I'm losing it
I can't seem to get a grip
When I try to reach then I fall
Sometimes I can't hang on at all
I'm not neurotypical
So stop being so critical
I can't always do it your way
So don't send me down the highway
Don't call me if you can't deal
I'll only answer if you're real
I can't stand to waste my time
If you don't understand this rhyme
Maybe you can appreciate
That the answer shouldn't be to hate
Me when you refuse to see
The things that go on inside of me
I'm not neurotypical
So stop being so critical
I can't always do it your way
So don't send me down the highway
Don't call me if you can't deal girl
Don't call me if you can't deal