So your name's Amanda And I said I'd remember it by how much You aren't like Amanda Bynes And you know my friend the dancer You were there when I asked if she had Cut that guy's head off with a snap of a leg leftover from A misstepped plie I told you my name Age Blood type Mother's maiden name And address Just to make conversation (and also because I knew you wouldn't remember any of it) And you said that it was creepy that I decided To sit near you When everyone else I knew Had left me (I left enough room for Jesus between our backpacks Sitting side by side) I can't blame you for being rude I just wish I was better at making Good first impressions Than I was at small talk