All I meant to say was
You’re a weird kid
With a lot of shades of grey cause
You parade your fate
Like the math ain’t strange
You weasel to erase that make up
Like it’s a face you think
You can actually change
Even your family can keep up with you
You move down the stable coast all aloof
Unable to catalogue any proofs
For the reasons you do the things you do
Do you even realize you’re all alone?
Starving to stave off your own blue world storm
So much for optimistic
You singe the rivets of your prison from the inside
You’re oddly wired and clearly in the dark
You want something new but never seem to start
Even with all you’ve got
You’re just another white boy with nothing to call his heart
Artifice like washed off chalk
You’re already gone
Dan Dorman 