The lyrics are perfect for him:
But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here
and I'm hoping this verse will come true too:
She's running out again
She's running out
She run run run run...
run... run...
Sorry Carma shippers, but you kinda already got a great Christmas present
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