Facebook Friend

I’m lurking there behind the bleachers
I don’t know where all my friends have gone
I’m in the marching band
We will rock you in the home team stands
We’re on an island
What is my name?
Her friends likes me but her friend’s so plain
She is the queen but I’m wearing a uniform so she can’t see me if I can’t
conform to a popular paradigm and that’s why I don’t want to be your Facebook
friend
I’m on the stage, tights and a codpiece Elizabethan age but in the 1980s
I’m in love with Shakespeare because the language speaks to me
I have conquered my fear but I’m still invisible
I want to slow dance but I’m holding up the wall
This is my one chance and I can’t move
She is right in front of me and they are playing our song but she doesn’t know
me so it’s only my song and that’s why I don’t want to be your Facebook friend
Oh I don’t wanna be your fuckin' Facebook friend