Charlie Charlie are you there?
I can't seem to find you anywhere.
I stacked the pencils and shit just right,
and it's now 59 minutes after midnight.
Charlie, please get over here.
The teenagers are running out of fear
for the superstitions they hold dear.
And they might start to think I'm weird.
Charlie Charlie, Where you at?
The pencils are still where they sat
When I was here last week, in fact
I'm starting to think this is just an act
to make people think I'm out of whack.
For fuck's sake, man, just move these things!
This abandonment, it really stings.
I've tried so many rituals
at this point it's habitual.
I tried to get -
Hey, Pendejo, shut your face.
You're embarrassing the human race.
This shit is pants-on-head retarded,
Stop it with this meme you started.
I'm tired of this, Cause I ain't there,
You're just desperate for a scare.
So put away those candles, and that butter knife.
I don't exist. Get a fucking life.