He sits and stares and looks up At the crack lines on the ceiling Nothing moves, not even him He thinks of friends and wonders why They seem to have such better lives And he feels so left behind 'Hind ('hind) 'Hind ('hind) 'Hind ('hind) ♪ He takes the eraser end of his trusty pencil And he rubs it on his forehead He erases them from his thoughts Then stabs the pencil through his heart And he feels much better now Now (now) Now (now) Now (now) (Now) ♪ He sits and stares and looks up At the crack lines on the ceiling Nothing moves, not even him He thinks of friends and wonders why They seem to have such better lives And he feels so left behind I never want him to feel like that again I never want him to feel like that again I never want him to feel like that again