Who's that skinny boy with his chin on his collar trying not to exist? He has no friends to dance with. Inside the kids all shuffle wearing skin. Outside, waiting, a lonely skeleton, For his mom to pick him up and take him home and end the looks Until he's safe in bed To worry about his bones. Sometimes I feel like I don't fit in But at least I'll never be stuck inside my skin. They're not like me. I'm not like them, But surely There must be A place where skeletons Can dance with other skeletons