Please, Disregard

The Boy With A Thousand Words

I saw you for the first time on a warm summer day
You moved in across the street and I asked if you were here to stay
Dirt stained hands and a crooked smile
You promised you'd be here for a while

I'd like to imagine that you and I
Were two sad souls growing side by side
I didn't have to talk, you didn't have to fall
We both pretended we weren't there at all

When the storms were over in my run-down house
I'd escape to your drizzle and bitter-felt doubt
Your door swung wide to a distant mother
And you never really knew each other

We argued the differences between gone and unstable
Built ourselves a tree-house and red checkered table
Played a million different games to avoid going home
But the important thing was that we were never alone

We made up a childhood to replace what we'd lost
Linked our pinkies together and double-crossed
You and I
Would never have to say good-bye

Words traced vibrant stories in that tree-house we shared
Dreams and wishes and people who cared
Because two lonely kids never make a splash
Until one of them disappears in a flash

Thunderstorms came and the rain grew louder
I can't shake the smell of burning gunpowder
He haunts my dreams and whispers in my ear
Telling me everything I wouldn't dare to hear

She can't stand to look at me, thinks I'll turn out like him
I'm a map of lost causes, full to the brim
I think I'll overflow just to prove her right
And darling, I'm sorry I couldn't say good-bye

A life was taken with bittersweet care
Shown off like a attraction at a road-side fair
The boy with a thousand words was slaughtered
For looking too much like his father