That Boy - The Blow

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 gaping hole

And we could stand right at the edge