My Pathetic Little Life (in D minor)

Twelve long hours stacking candy in the dark. Running pallets like a chump at

the mall. I was planning to pick an eleven minute drive home,

what a thrill. Park the car, microwave dinner, pay another bill. Fluorescent lights and

chocolate smell stuck in my shirt. Proof that even sweets can't sweeten

this much hurt. This is my pathetic little song. Fat shy and not too bright.

Where do I belong? Saturday night alone with chips and queso glow.

On patrol, live laughing at the losers I know. I'm the middle

kid nobody calls. Watching life go by on a flat screen wall. Got a crush