Lame

There's a tall, mulatto boy I know
And he comes to every party, stands alone
And viewing them, the rest, from the corner of his glass
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 wanna run away
But he stays, he stands his ground

And I'm so lame
The way I condescend without ever knowing his name
He keeps it in a box, he hangs it from his ear
He looks at everyone without the sight of fear
Making me so ashamed

Slender body, slip through his glance
And I don't give it a single chance
The way he's rocking back and forth, makes a buzzing in my ears
Constantly reminding me, that I never stop to hear
Him say, "Hello, hello"

And I'm, I'm so damn lame
Like a moth bumping off his godless flame
I cannot condescend or even apprehend what comes over me
When I see his shameless face

Oh, 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