Broken Hearts Are Blue International Velvet
Born of that cruel April fog
A timeworn kid at ten years on
Crawls toward the locked land
That takes and never gives back
Press play and go to a place
That child in the sunless wood
A boy with a minor key heart
Veiled inside of the hemlock shade
But I want to live you know
And make my makers proud
I want what others have
He can't know the tale's truth
The skull it spins its own yarn
He can't say without a doubt
That he didn't make it all up
The recall it goes to a time
When clarity fades away
Where there are no more eyes
To see the 5th grade crimes
But I want to live you know
And make my makers proud
I want what others want
Want what others have
That pleasant kid grew old
Like an ancient cave drawing
A common grin atop the wreck and ruin
A cheerless funnyman within