I can't chew gum You have the carmel I love You earned it I earned it Second place by a second I have never won My feet bleed Second place One more drop of blood Maybe i would have caramel I see you smile as you chew crowd grinning at you claps for me congratulations for place number 3 I should spit my gum onto my shoe So I can't ever run In last place I know my place I put myself in it I overreacted when I ran away I should've just sat And ate my gum But the urge to make my feet bleed To prove I'm anything Took over me (very much a draft, idk how Im feeling abt it)