Bootstraps

I want to be uplifting for a change
To make you feel a little beter
Like when a nice boy takes you dinner
Not the first base beneath youe sweater

But if it happens enough
Maybe I'll learn to trust
Having skin to tough
Like an elephant must
But my expanding state
Tends to gravitate

I'll never fit the pants of a singer
I lack the lungs of a winner
I am failure's dead ringer
I've got the marks of a sinner

You've got to pick yourself up by the bootstraps
Just ignore them when they laugh
Make it a point to now walk taller
Keep your chin up on the behalf
Of every beautiful rejection
With their own ugly reflection
To anyone who's never ever felt the same

...Back to the cough
When I'll binge on doritos
Where I'll grow so stagnat
That I breed mosqutoes

I will saturate
My expanding state

But still hey
Who are we to say we could ever be loved?
From god's own junkyard to heavens above