Genius
Tikkle Me Lyrics

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This great expectation, smothering, smothering.
And sweet sensation, I can't bring, I can't bring everytime you ask for it.
I'm not that strong compared to shit.

You don't seem to carry empathy, empathy.
Don't seem to notice, hurting me, hurting me.
Bit by bit I fall apart, eventually you'll break my heart.

You take me for a genius.
A goddess and a wonderchild.
Of such beauty, directly from the wild.
I'll admit it is fancy on a pedestal, but I can't always stand straight sometimes I fall.

Sometimes I fall.
Sometimes I fall.
Sometimes I fall.
Sometimes I fall.
Sometimes I fall.
Sometimes I fall.
Sometimes I fall.
Sometimes I fall.

I'm not made of steel, quite flameable, flameable.
Not made of gold a shame, I know, I know.
'Cause then I wouldn't have to care and be so goddamn self aware.
You think I can handle anything, anything.
Think I can fly with just one wing, just one wing.
Be a perfect piece of art, Well I end before I even start.

You take me for a genius.
A goddess and a wonderchild.
Of such beauty, directly from the wild.
I'll admit it is fancy on a pedestal, but I can't always stand straight sometimes I fall.

Sometimes I fall.
Sometimes I fall.
Sometimes I fall.
Sometimes I fall.
Sometimes I fall.
Sometimes I fall.

Sometimes I fall.
Sometimes I fall.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Genius" written by Tikkle Me are a depiction of a person who is constantly under pressure to meet the expectations of those around them. The opening line "This great expectation, smothering, smothering," is a clear indication of how suffocating it is to be weighed down by the expectations of others. The singer of the song feels like they are not strong enough to keep up with the demands and expectations placed upon them, hence "I'm not that strong compared to shit."

The second verse is a plea for empathy as the singer realizes that the people around them do not seem to notice how much they are hurting. The line "Bit by bit I fall apart, eventually you'll break my heart," is an acknowledgment that the constant pressure to be perfect will eventually take its toll on them. The chorus, "You take me for a genius. A goddess and a wonderchild. Of such beauty, directly from the wild. I'll admit it is fancy on a pedestal, but I can't always stand straight sometimes I fall," is a portrayal of how the people around them see them as perfect specimens, almost as if they are untouchable, but the singer admits to their own fallibility.

The song ends on a note of self-acceptance. The singer admits that they too are human and have their flaws. They are not "made of steel," and "Sometimes I fall" is a repetition of that fact. They understand that the pressure to live up to these monumental expectations will never cease, but they choose to accept themselves for who they are, flaws and all.

Line by Line Meaning

This great expectation, smothering, smothering.
I feel suffocated by your high expectations of me.

And sweet sensation, I can't bring, I can't bring everytime you ask for it.
I cannot always provide the pleasant experience you desire when you demand it.

I'm not that strong compared to shit.
I am not as strong as you think.

You don't seem to carry empathy, empathy.
You lack empathy.

Don't seem to notice, hurting me, hurting me.
You do not seem to realize that your actions are hurting me.

Bit by bit I fall apart, eventually you'll break my heart.
Slowly but surely I am being destroyed, and eventually you will break my heart.

You take me for a genius.
You expect me to be a genius.

A goddess and a wonderchild.
You see me as a goddess or a wonderchild.

Of such beauty, directly from the wild.
You view my beauty as something wild and untamed.

I'll admit it is fancy on a pedestal, but I can't always stand straight sometimes I fall.
It may seem impressive to place me on a pedestal, but I am not always able to stand tall and inevitably falter.

Sometimes I fall.
I sometimes fail.

I'm not made of steel, quite flameable, flameable.
I am not invincible, I can be easily hurt.

Not made of gold a shame, I know, I know.
I am not perfect, and it is unfortunate.

'Cause then I wouldn't have to care and be so goddamn self aware.
If I were perfect, I would not have to constantly worry about my own flaws and imperfections.

You think I can handle anything, anything.
You assume I can handle any and all situations.

Think I can fly with just one wing, just one wing.
You believe I can achieve great things even when I am at a disadvantage.

Be a perfect piece of art, Well I end before I even start.
You expect me to be a flawless work of art, but I am doomed to fail before I even begin.

Sometimes I fall.
I sometimes fail.