He speaks a foreign math non can grasp
He's quiet but his head emulates a music class
He's a genius child born to make light bulbs levitate
But yet around others his magic wand hesitates
and waits.. and waits till the sun is sleepy
till sound knows no noise and his bed sheets become a teepee
Someone allow this kid to disappear..
put him out his misery there's no use for him here..or so he figures
as he pictures a better existence in his head
one where the light bulbs are dead
an he's as common as red in a black and white joke no
hope for the dreamer he's now a sleeper
don't wait for him to wake for he wouldn't wait for you either!