My legs don't work
Nothin's hit but I hurt
I don't want to (k)no(w) no
I don't want to know why, this is no time to cast the die
My legs don't work
I didn't fall but it is my fault
And if you ever take the blame
Well I will come down all the same
It's my summersault
I'm standing on my hands
I'm standing on my head
When you let down the rope
I get a glimpse of the hole slope
Good thing good thing my arms work
A soft pull and a slow jerk
I oughta stop tumbling
Sorry for my mumbling
Sorry for my sorry
Sorry
I'm learning to stand
Even though I've always known
I guess my legs I didn't see
Until you pointed them out to me
I'm learning to stand