Leans on fences

One more player
In the back of the room,
was me and an empty chair
A preteen sitting Indian style
with that stupid cow lick in his hair
They said “we need one more player”
and everybody turned around
I had nothing to say to them
but I wish I did now.

Always pulling out these stitches
trying to fit them to your needs.
Making altercations to be
your pretty puzzle piece.

oo and I feel these changes pressing on my chest
oo is this the aftermath of being picked last

I’ve got to wonder
what your daddy would say
“put on your game face, boy,
and learn how to play”
But the bird at my window
told me otherwise
“Mister, you cant blister
to be one of the guys.

oo and I feel these changes pressing on my chest
oo is this the aftermath of being picked last

will I always think of my life in past tenses?
Will I always be known as he who leans on fences?

I keep pulling out these stitches
trying to fit them to your needs.
Making altercations just to be
your pretty puzzle piece.
oo can’t tolerate no pick and choose
oo can’t tolerate a visible bruise
can’t man up and add salt to the wound
I’ll be leaving very soon.
Said I’ll be leaving very soon.