Rejection sensitive, a lack of evidence
That he tried so hard to get on the dance card
He couldn’t score a ten even if he rigged the game
Walked onto the dance floor, couldn’t share his name
A lady took his hand, but it was never an invitation
To step outside the fantasies of masturbation
One bad touch and it’ll all go viral
Watch it all go down the drain in a pretty little spiral
Laugh it up, yuk it up, read all about it
They knew he was awkward, now he’s fully outed
He ran out the door, tried to drown out the noise
Of the scared-to-death ladies, chucklefuck boys
They say you can’t win if you never play the game
You also can’t get jobbed out into the Hall of Shame
His brain was lying the whole damn time
Nobody even cared that he committed social crimes
They’re too busy getting down with the funky ass beat
Split-legged moonsault, twerk, repeat
But when your brain tells you lies, they’re easy to believe
It’s the closest friend you have, why would it deceive?
It got you through pop quizzes and scantron tests
How can you justify not giving all your best?
Go back to your room and put on some creamy Korn
Let your hero Jon Davis guide you through emotions torn
“If you don’t give a shit, come get your Hellyeah!”
Mr. Mudvayne’s got intensity, ain’t got to sell that
Throw a Five Finger Death Punch right through the drywall
Not worth losing your deposit, the bill will bulge your
eyeballs
Try the dance floor again when your spirit isn’t broken
In another five years when your heart’s wide open
It’s like a prison sentence, but without the CO’s
Cuss a storm at the warden, but you’ll never dethrone
Imaginary debates over trying hard enough
Or your lack thereof, it’s a little tough love
Tough love is a total oxymoron
Like jumbo shrimp, so the conclusion’s foregone
You’re a victim of abuse from your own internal organs
From the day you were born to the days of rigor mortis
You can’t win the game when the world is cheating
When your purpose in life is taking punch-down beatings
