Why was he born so beautiful
The memory of him is a constant torment
When I think I'm being bold
But the letters are scrawny
When I know what you’ll say back
But you don't say that
My skin's crawling
I take great strides
But every time I know my legs
Will lose their structural integrity
I don’t get up
You, me and LB are on the ground
Bummed they don't appreciate complexity