Dear Boy - The Format

You’re not made

For this, dear boy

You’re not made

For this, dear boy

We watch the stock drop

They say we’re just not high octane

I want to exchange

Hits for a testament

And this will be

My sacrifice

Up in the clouds

pick up the tab

Put me down

Now gently, just drop me

Cause this not a gallery

She takes me seriously

What a joke, she would know

If she wasn’t too scared

To pick up the phone and go

You’re not made

For this, dear boy

You’re not made

For this, dear boy

The crime fits

The punishment

And an ice cold sal

Stabbing demons at dusk

She says well

Whom do you trust?

I don’t trust anyone

Who do you trust

I don’t trust nobody

Not even her?

No, not even me

Boy please, you’re not

Think you lie before deceiving

All the people that believe in me

Somewhere Arthur Lee is bleeding

Somewhere Arthur Lee is bleeding

If I came to learn one thing from this

It’s that people from Long Island

Aren’t as old as they seem

They’re older then they seem to be

I turn my back to the mirror

All you see is my back

It’s leaving you somewhere

Lethal to make a red dot

Let’s see what you got

Ready or not, here goes

The crime fits the punishment

You’re not made

For this, dear boy

You’re not made

For this, dear boy

You’re not made

For this, dear boy

You’re not made

For this, dear boy

You’re not made

For this, dear boy

You’re not made

For this, dear boy