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