Bottom of the Stairs

They think I’m awesome

Of course they do

I’ve got all the answers

And I’ll give them to you

For free, like my heart

To those who I trust

My best friends for years

Who throw me to the dust

I would look up, but I don’t dare

Watch old friends turn popular

Leaving me, sitting here

At the bottom of the stairs

I’m not that mean, just too shy

It’s hard to look you in the eye

I count my friends on my fingers

Yet people wish they had my life.