Bootstraps

i want to be uplifting for a change,
to make you feel a little better,
like when a nice boy takes you dinner
not just first base beneath your sweater.

But if it happens enough
maybe ill learn to trust
having skin so tough
like an elephant must
but my expanding state
tends to gravitate.

ill never fit the pants of a singer
i lack the lungs of a winner
i am failures dead ringer
ive got the marks of a sinner

youve 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 whos ever never felt the same

back to the couch
where ill binge on doritos
where ill grow so stagnant
that i breed mosquitoes

i will saturate
my expanding state

but still hey.
who are we to say we could ever be loved?
from gods own junkyard to heavens above