Wield my awkward like a ten pound sledge
In social situations my back is to a ledge
I hedge my bets, turn my head down, step back
Shed myself of what breath I lack then react
I'm a garden variety eel constricting an electric seal
Brushed steel potato peel clutching anime film reels
Foolhardy anvil praying the antagonist will stand still
When I fall it's peers' recognition that gives a thrill
Deft hands daft sensibilities with putrid abilities
Bovine sedative temporarily grants me tranquility
Sinful pinball machine that is unsportingly tilted
Staccato or stilted? This whoopsi-dasie is wilted
Cut my own rope as a penniless provocateur
Divide my ego for that Yugi Moto allure
Malicious multiplicity for the self-saboteur
Half poor, quarter sore, lacking two eighth's more
Never far from that convex in my chest
To take distance would be for the best
To take distance would be for the best