There’s a guy I know,
And he sits around all day getting mad,
Or he works at some store or wherever he can get a job
And then he goes out at night running.
He looks for fights; he looks for trouble.
He’s crazy, and he’s angry
He’s never been in a stable relationship.
He starts dating girls; then he starts to agonize about their past boyfriends
Or over thoughts that he’s not good enough for them
Or they’re not good enough for him,
And he starts to break them down and drive them away.
I tell him he has low self-esteem
I tell him not to worry about the things he worries about
But it only gives him more things to twist over.
He tucks a knife into his running shorts
And then he’s off into the night, running all year around,
In summer heat or winter rain,
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