He turned around   He looked much older   I scuffed the ground   The room got colder       And then he says, "It's a funny thing,   Stranger than fiction"       I looked away   As he reset his face   And began the benediction       I can't stand to look at you, any more   It only takes one like you...there are many more       He would not go   I condescended   I loathed myself   He looked offended       And then he says, that I really am   Such a disgrace       I looked around for a good-sized brick   And pushed it in his face       I can't stand to look at you, any more   It only takes one like you...there are many more   At home like you, tell me are there more?       I don't have to look at you   You put me on the floor   At home like you   Tell me are there more?       I can't stand to look at you, any more   Are there any more like you?   Are there any more?       You won't get me to look at you   You put me on the floor