My guts are like a bowl of spaghetti tangled up and full of knots My heart is playing a drum solo I have suffered in the hallway for half an hour Everyone stares I am the condemned one
CLICKETY CLACKETY CLICKETY Mom arrives her high heels clickety-clacketing angrily We'll be spending a nasty quarter of an hour in the principal's office In a few moments she'll learn that her Simon has been a terror
I'm not always the same me That's the problem Uncle Richard who has lived with us since Dad left says it's as if I have puppets inside me playing different characters It's like these puppets take turns inside the ring They dive headlong into a boxing match before I can stop them