Who's that skinny boy with his chin on his collar trying not to exist?

He has no friends to dance with

Inside the kids all shuffle wearing skin

Outside, waiting, a lonely skeleton

For his mom to pick him up and take him home and end the looks

Until he's safe in bed

To worry about his bones

Sometimes I feel like I don't fit in

But at least I'll never be stuck inside my skin

They're not like me

I'm not like them

But surely

There must be

A place where skeletons

Can dance with other skeletons