ladies, gentlemen, otherwise specified specimen
welcome to the show where i'm a background character in chapter seven, never to be mentioned again
with a shaky voice covered up through so much sass
trembling hands making wide motions as i wave you past
you will be the main character while i move you along your journey
a mess of curls and a blurry face barely recognizable in your memory
i'll give good advice that i never follow, also
repeating words thrown at me, i used to be a smart student barely scraping by with a c
(all my thoughts are spoken between parentheses)
an afterthought barely brought up for conversation
i'm not disappointed, now don't be mistaken
i don't mind being "the half-ass that listens to Iron Maiden"
i'm a normal kid with no real problems of my own
truly, i'm not making excuses, i'd just rather be stoned
then deal with the life that was handed to me with a smile
you would be bored if you wore my shoes to walk a mile
so don't ask me if i'm fine when i'm staring off into space
i can't grasp reality as i echo barely memorized dates
for homework, i can mostly function even as i shake and stutter
laughing and taunting as i call you 'motherfucker'
i'm not all there but most of you won't be able to tell
so despite the fact that i can't respond, please don't yell
i just need a hug
