Lame — текст песни (Seven Mary Three)

Theres 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, hes not judging anyone

The way his arms float around his cage, hes caged

Canary sings, silently rings, his voice to rage

The way they stop and stare, the way they turn their heads

Its enough to make him want to run away

But he stays he stands his ground



And Im 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

Its making me so ashamed



Slender body, slip through his glance

I dont give him a single chance

The way hes rocking back and forth

Makes a buzzing in my ear

Constantly reminding me that I never stop to hear

Him say hello, hello



And Im 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 Ive done, Im so lame, Im so lame, Im so lame

So lame, so lame, so lame