The jokes I overhear on my way inside an empty classroom,

the rumours people share when they’re bored and need some drama

I can’t help but cringe or wince or sigh

I know, it’s high school

but I shouldn't have to hide

my feelings on these things because it’s not my fault

they are all so insensitive

I’m sorry I can't help it if I’m not built like one of them

I’ve got friends back in Sweden who would take your jokes as insults

because I am here, I take each one with a grain of salt

I’ve got friends in other places who’d shut down your rumors within seconds

because I’m not them, I simply sit and listen

while the salt adds up

and what you feed me floods my ears