Amexical - Garage Boy

Garage boy dreams About
Who he wants to be In the
Mirror is a freak In his
Liver is the drink And he's
Grounded
But Doesn't know where ground is
Minds a damn gemstone
But progress is a headstone
Lost in his thoughts
And refuses to talk or
Think About the life he
Lived that makes him live
But he's happy though right?
Despite the circumstance
He still stands to fight
The creeps and glances
That hit his eyes
Glaring at his thighs
Makes him hate his size
At least sometimes
He feels alright
But the mirror he fears
Makes him wanna lie
Tells his peers he can't ride
Its not like he hasnt tried
Chats online just to tide
Him over
And his brains a blurry, flurry
Of early, dirty memories, but surely
He can maturely
Turn a new leaf
Calm down, relief
But its nieve
To believe
He could do that
And people started seeing
His lights dim and
The worlds surpassed him
Thats why he's stuck being
A garage boy