Toby Take A Bow

I've never seen you so awful
I found you at the bottom of a russian novel
Gold medal and a crown
A cardigan and a frown
So maladjusted and clever
The greatest smith's fan ever
Your picture's in the paper
And the caption shouts
There is a boy and he never goes out
That same song on repeat
You haven't left the house in weeks
You won't even come out for dinner
Toby Grace, world record winner
I guess you thought it would make you feel better somehow
But heaven knows you're miserable now
Heaven knows you're miserable now
Heaven knows you're miserable now
So Toby take a bow