And he comes to every party... he stands alone
 Viewing them the rest, 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 brings, 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...
 I'm so... damn lame
 The way I condescend without ever knowing his name
 He keeps it in a box, hangs it from his ear
 Looks at everyone wihtout the slightest fear
 It's making me... so ashamed

 Slender body, slip through his glance
 I don't give it 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...
 I'm so... damn 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... so... lame