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