Lame

There's a tall, a mulatto, boy, I know

And he comes to every party, he stands alone

In viewing them the rest, a corner of his glance

It gets so clear, he's not judging anyone

The way his arms float around his cage, he's caged

Canary sings, silently brings his voice to rage

The way they stop and stare, the way they turn their heads

It's enough to make him want to run away

But he stays, he stands his ground

And I, I'm so damn lame

The way I condescend without ever knowing his name

He keeps it in a box, hangs it from his ear

Looks at everyone without the slightest fear

It's making me so ashamed

Slender body, slip through his glance, I don't give it a single chance

The way he's rocking back and forth, makes a buzzing in my ear

Constantly reminding me that I never stop to hear

Him say, hello, hello

And I am, I'm so damn lame

Like a moth bumping off his godless flame

I cannot condescend, even apprehend, what comes over me

When I see his shameless face

So rage, please rage against me

Beat me down, beat me down, forgive me

For what I've done, I'm so lame, I'm so lame, I'm so lame

So lame, so, so lame