You're right we do look weird
Your lips all swollen, you know
But that isn't his intention
He's not good at sketch, our suvro
He's a little brash
The lines could be different
You know how he is,
Fragile and moody, doesn't have a friend
There's this tendency to overthink
He does it all the time
But that's how he is, an introvert
Introspection isn't a crime
But we're all he's got
There isn't anything outside his mind
His imagination is what will save the planet
The very last hope for mankind
