Label me this

Label me that

With an elegant tip of the hat you'd think I'm some form of aristocrat

But if I was blaring my stereo with the type of music you don't like

Then you'd think I'm some hoodlum

That's a stereotype

So cast your judgement with a fishing pole

And once that bobber sinks

You begin to reel

But have you ever thought how that fish might feel

Of course not

Because you can't let it go

And I know it so

But I beg you please

What ever happened to catch and release?

When the sun sets on the sea, I'm still my owm man

I wrote my name in the sand

So I guess you're the waves that washed it away

Yet here I stand, unstable

Unable to rip these labels

That lie about who I am