At the mall people run from you and say mean things They tell you that you smell like shit When people meet you they ask if you spilled coffee on yourself When you tell them the truth they look in horror wishing birds would pick out their eyes Nobody calls you out to play and nobody wants to stay when they come over You only friend is the kid down the street in the wheel chair He can't talk, but he can clap, and he claps in disguist And while your leaning over the toilet With your shirt off watching your tears hit the water You remember why this is the way things are Because your anus is on your chest