Mole

[Verse 1]
Mornings are the worst
Frequently the first thing he will start to think about
Is how they're gonna stare
At him everywhere he goes

And they try not to look, they try not to look
Man, but what's the point?
He isn't dumb, he knows that
Wherever they may look, there's only one thing that they're thinking about

[Chorus]
'Cause he's got a mole
The size of the hole in your average donut
Right on his cheek
And he feels like a freak just walking down the street

Sometimes he thinks "God
Maybe it's odd but I wish it was a melanoma
Just to justify
The pitying eyes of all the people I meet"

[Verse 2]
He spends a half an hour
Staring at the mirror, thinking
"Is this thing getting larger
Or am I shrinking?"

"Will there come a day when I just disappear
And there's nothing but a man-sized mole left standing here?
And if that ever comes to pass
I wonder will it remember me?"

[Chorus]
'Cause he's got a mole
The size of the hole in your average donut
Right on his cheek
And he feels like a freak just walking down the street

Sometimes he thinks "God
Maybe it's odd but I wish it was a melanoma
Just to justify
The pitying eyes of all the people I meet"

[Verse 3]
Parties are the worst
He doesn't know the first damn thing about the social life
He just stands there
By the stereo

And then he sees her dancing like she's trying to
Stomp a hole through the floor
Awkward as a silence on the radio
And then she turns around and he quickly looks away

[Chorus]
'Cause she's got a mole
Black as the soul of fricking Adolf Hitler
Right on her face
In just the worst place that it could possible be

And he says "God
Dammit, it's odd, but I instinctively hate her
With this queer, visceral fear, and even more I
Hate what that says about me"