Lame - Seven Mary Three

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