(This shit's for all my little weirdos eatin' by yourself at lunch) (Ay, one day you may be a famous rapper) You said, "I'm sorry, I can't look you in the eyes There's somethin' wrong with my mind" I put my hand on his chest and I looked him in the eye And said, "You're doin' your best, my guy" That's that existential dread That's tears on your cheeks when you're tryna go to bed That's an uncomfortable day, day instead Of bein' happy in that dismal head Oh, my fuckin' God If someone asked, ha, oh, fuck If someone asked me to have a positive outlook I'ma positively put my fist in that neck nook That soft part right bеtween your neck and your chuckin' chest, yeah You said, "I'm sorry, I can't look you in thе eye There's somethin' wrong with my mind" I put my hand on his chest and I looked him in the eye And said, "Jordan, at least you tried" Let's go, yo, I'm sorry, I can't look you in the eye There's somethin' wrong with my mind He put his hand on my cheek and looked me in the eye Bye, he walked into the night, oh, that's beautiful Oh, I'm sorry, I can't look you in the eye There's somethin' wrong with my mind County clerk, waitress, cashier guy I'm sorry, I can't look you in the eye, you're beautiful