Like a side character that’s loud

We simply thought you’d come around

As stories go, you should be crowned

The king of sewers left the - ground

A comet tail made out of shit

No one could tell you’re proud of it

There is no story that could fit

A flying fuck

And that’s ok

You were never on our page

A bookmark on a stage, could’ave shined but left a stain

Yet only words remain, ppp

You were never on our page

A bookmark on a stage, dropping anchors out of range

You thought it was ok

You’re so well-done, it ain’t no fun

A shooting star, a bubble gun

The story goes, but makes no sense

Gave you a chance