He sits alone staring in anger But nothing makes it go away And now he's choking but that's okay He'd rather die He's about to blow and it's gonna be so sad Yeah he's going off the end so everybody make some room Would he ever stand a chance to make more Of another life where all the cards are for his score He sits a lawn chair out on his porch Just watching others walk on by And no one noticed they didn't try That was his time to shine He's about to blow and it's gonna be so sad Yeah he's going off the end so everybody make some room Would he ever stand a chance to make more Of another life where all the cards are for his score