For what I've done, I'm so lame, I'm so lame, I'm so lame
Constantly reminding me that I never stop to hear
The way they stop and stare, the way they turn their heads
He keeps it in a box, hangs it from his ear
It's making me so ashamed
It gets so clear, he's not judging anyone
Canary sings, silently brings his voice to rage
Slender body, slip through his glance, I don't give it a single chance
In viewing them the rest, a corner of his glance
Looks at everyone without the slightest fear
It's enough to make him want to run away
So rage, please rage against me
And I, I'm so damn lame
The way his arms float around his cage, he's caged
Like a moth bumping off his godless flame
The way I condescend without ever knowing his name
Beat me down, beat me down, forgive me
When I see his shameless face
But he stays, he stands his ground
Him say, hello, hello
I cannot condescend, even apprehend, what comes over me
And I am, I'm so damn lame
The way he's rocking back and forth, makes a buzzing in my ear
