You contact me out of nowhere,
Looking for conversation.
Is your buddy not around?
Do you use me as a replacement?
I suppose I should be grateful,
For being your second choice.
But Dad never cared for slivers,
And neither do I.
Can't put on the shelf,
What you almost got.
Can't brag about what you never had,
There is a reason tears aren't bronze.
Because sliver is even more sad.
You run the whole relay,
To trip and twist your ankle.
You climb the highest mountain,
To slip and die.
You're out in the night for hours hiding,
To find out that no one even tried.