| I guess by the bloodstain on your lips
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| And the wander of your fingertips
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| I should proof true to my emptiness
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| And stay here
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| Well I’m just a kid of I’ll repute
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| But Steena wears my only suit?
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| And you are just a substitute
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| For the one that I hold dear
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| You know you could be anyone
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| God forgive my tastless tongue
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| I never should have been set free
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| I carve my eyes, I skin my face
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| And beg on how to be replaced?
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| That’s how we deal with boys like me I guess by this world so sick with loss
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| And your circusses so free of cost
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| I should climb down of my rugged cross
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| And lay with you
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| You know by now it’s half past late
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| And I only came here for escape
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| You, you’re just my next mistake
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| Light me to you?
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| You know you could be anyone
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| God forgive your unborn sons
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| I hope they don’t end up like me I drag my mind through sheets of shame
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| Blame myself, forgive the game
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| That’s how we deal with boys like me But despite what you’ve been told
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| I once had a soul
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| Left somewhere behind
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| A former friend of mine
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| And I hate to speak so free
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| But you mean not much to me So if the streetlights they shine bright
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| I’ll be home tonight
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| I guess by the dim light in your eyes
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| And that to you all things come as a surprise
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| I should set the steel trap of your tights
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| And dive right in To you I’m just a confused child
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| Insecure or in denial
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| Go raise your robes, go have your trial/try
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| I’ll let you in You know I could be anyone
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| God forgive what I should have done
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| My thoughts enough to kill tv?
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| And yes, I guess I made/make this bed
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| But I’ll take the sidewalk instead
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| That’s how we deal with boys with me But despite what you’ve been told
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| I once had a soul
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| Left somewhere behind
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| A former friend of mine
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| And I hate to sound so true
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| But I mean nothing to you
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| And with the streetlights they shine bright
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| I’ll be home tonight |