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