You're the kind that claps at movies when they fade to black,
But your innocence is frightening,
In contrast my bombast wears thin,
Like your skin
Finish up all the word searches you left, retrace your steps,
For that little kid you abandoned,
Will soon share the same flare to win,
As your kin
I wish it if our kids could get set on the grid,
And buy up a big house and drive it to the ground,
Live off the proceeds of the dust of their dreams,
And find a new place to call home, besides their own
credits
from Boyfriend TV,
released November 4, 2014
Mackenzie Keefe - Vocals, Guitar
Jonathan Del Vecchio - Piano
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