[00:11.207]Who's that skinny boy with his chin on his collar trying not to exist?[00:25.955]He has no friends to dance with[00:33.658]Inside the kids all shuffle wearing skin[00:39.123]Outside, waiting, a lonely skeleton[00:47.526]For his mom to pick him up and take him home and end the looks[00:53.650]Until he's safe in bed[00:56.299]To worry about his bones[00:59.092]Sometimes I feel like I don't fit in[01:04.664]But at least I'll never be stuck inside my skin[01:10.767]They're not like me[01:15.640]I'm not like them[01:20.635]But surely[01:33.536]There must be[01:53.272]A place where skeletons[02:02.969]Can dance with other skeletons[02:16.506]