Bootstraps

I want to be uplifting for a change,

To make you feel a little better,

Like when a nice boy takes you dinner

Not just first base beneath your sweater.

But if it happens enough

Maybe i'll learn to trust

Having skin so tough

Like an elephant must

But my expanding state

Tends to gravitate….

I'll never fit the pants of a singer

I lack the lungs of a winner

I am failure's dead ringer

I've got the marks of a sinner

You've got to pick yourself up by the bootstraps

Just ignore them when they laugh

Make it a point to now walk taller

Keep your chin up on the behalf

Of every beautiful rejection

With their own ugly reflection

To anyone who's ever never felt the same

…back to the couch

Where i'll binge on doritos

Where i'll grow so stagnant

That i breed mosquitoes

I will saturate

My expanding state

But still hey….

Who are we to say we could ever be loved?

From god's own junkyard to heavens above