mundane fatboy

he's so alone
he's so alone
nobody loves him
and he knows it
he feels it

because he's fat
and he's mundane
and because he's morbid
i love him
but i'm nobody

a life so gone
a life so desperate
if only he could touch
if only he could feel
the ones who love him

but there's nobody who loves him
he is alone in his sphere
and we can all hug him
and he would never sit on us

seems like it's one point for the pretty
seems like it's one point for the beautiful
seems like it's one point for the happy
but we'll win one day
(we have to)
and that day is never

-winston campbell-