Blow That Boy
That boy has a funny way of looking
Like everything I ever wanted and couldn't get
Right now you so much resemble
A fire hose aimed into my face
Of all the things that hurt so much
In my whole life
That's not it at all
It's a paper doll
Not even real
Not yet
Let's go out into the blackest night time
I know where there's a gapping hole
and we could stand right at the edge
