Can it Get Any Worse?I know I've seen that boy before, but not how long ago..
Maybe it was band camp, but I'll never really know.
I saw him walking down the street and trip upon a crack.
I thought it was halarious, until I saw his arm bent back.
My mouth was wide, wide open, as wide as it could be.
I didn't think my mouth could get any wider than this, you see?
I ran across the road and to the place he'd fallen.
Then I realized he was my ex, fourth grade memories a' callin'
There was an awkward moment, as I looked at the pool of blood.
And suddenly I threw up on the side walk...it looked like mud.
I wiped my mouth and closed my eyes and said "are you okay?"
He looked at me, just wincing...hopefully from the pain.
I couldn't help but wonder how the heck did this happen from falling
But I remembered those littlie days from my memories a' callin'
He always was a clutz, and all his friends, they called him jinx.
And now I felt so bad, because he looked so weak.
He responded to my question, quite rudely, I might add.
"What does it look like toots?" and I said "Is the pain THAT bad?"
He rolled his eyes and curled up into a little ball.
My friend that had been with me wasn't helping me at all.
I asked her for her cell phone and I called the ambulance,
Then I saw that he had wet his pants.
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