Weird Kid In The Back Row

Yeah

Every class got one

Mine just happen to be fine, too

You got checkerboard shoes, cape on your hoodie

Anime doodles on the side of your workbook

Talk to yourself, whole movie in your notebook

Teacher call your name, you still lost in your own world

Snacks in your desk like it’s some secret pantry

Mismatched socks, neon, loud, kinda fancy

Raise your hand, ask wild stuff outta nowhere

“Yo, if time’s fake, why we even need homework?”

Everybody laugh, they don’t get that brain

But I’m sittin’ in the back like “Run that game”

You build card towers, I stare too long

Tryna act cool when you hum that theme song

You the weird kid in the back row (back row)

And I kinda like that, kinda like that, though (yeah)

You don’t fit in, that’s the best part (best part)

Got my straight face crackin’ when the class start (ha)

You the weird kid in the back row (uh)

Got my notebook full of your last name, low (shh)

Everybody point, they don’t understand

But I’m low-key tryna hold your hand

You correct the teacher, real calm, deadpan

Pull fun facts from your bag like a deadlift

Wear cosplay to the pep rally, head trip

Say your crush is some character from a spaceship

But you laugh at your own jokes first, then wait

Till somebody catch up, then you translate

You build robots outta scraps at lunch

I pretend I need help just to sit that close up

You don’t care that your desk look cluttered

Stickers on your laptop, half peeled, all covered

They say “too much,” I say “that’s art”

You say “whatever,” but you blush hard

I like how you chew on your pen when you think

How you zone out starin’ straight at the sink

How you rant ’bout plot holes, talk too fast

Drop your books, trip twice, then laugh

I like that your weird ain’t small, it’s loud

Like you built different from the rest of the crowd

If they clown, let ’em clown, that’s fine

’Cause the strange little universe you got? I want mine inside