Lyric Lame

there s a tall, a mulatto, boy I know
and he comes to every party -- he stands alone
viewing them the rest, from the 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 rings, 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 m so 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 him 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 m so 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
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 lame, so lame