Rob

You're an idiot, a loser, and a trumpet, no doubt

But for some reason your eye has caught my heart

And I'm always looking to insult

Something that's especially stupid is your dumb cult

Your jokes are stupid, and your haircut is worse

I'm having trouble finishing this verse

In band, you're second chair to one who is worse

Your sound is bad, your rhythm needs work

In programming you're having trouble to pass

And sometimes you can be an insensitive ass

Yet there's something about you

A feeling I can't place

I can't quit thinking about you

Your laugh or your face

My eyes can't leave yours

You're the one I want to impress

My friends say you're right for me

I don't know what yours think

All I know is that i miss you

When it's band that you skip