There he sits,
Melancholic Bob...
Biting his nails and chewing his brain...
Pulling on his one sleeve shirt till the only button falls off into the drain...
There he sits,
Melancholic Bob...
His emotions do the hurdle...
A 360 backflip and a single air paddle...
Landing in his heart with an ankle sprain
There he sits,
Melancholic Bob...
Lost within the bushes with a dead torch...
Too much noise in his silent thought...
Let's turn down the volume just a little more.
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