Sitting in the locker

The guy left me untuned,

Went to change clothes,

The light comes through the slits,

I see movment passed,

As rays pick up dust in the air,

Then disappear in sequence.

I’ll tell you, it’s lonely.

Is this what i was made for?

The guy thought he could impress,

Get the girls looking,

But I’m just a ukulele,

Not a six string fretless.

Anyways definitely not a bass,

Which is what girls really dig.

I’m just stranded here,

Left among his junk.

Maybe he won’t pick me up again,

It’s not like he had any talent.

Beside me i see other victims,

Of his need to impress.

Skateboard, juggling balls.

He’s such a loser.

If he acted more real,

He’d still be lonely,

But at least,

I would still be in the relative heaven ,

That is a musical instrument store,

The cool back room.

Crap, he’s coming again..