it's her.

lost boy.

I am not that story telling type
always screwed it up
but
then again
I can't stop talking

this is the story about
a lost boy:

he was tall
with ice blue eyes
he used his bike to
drive to school
I was
sitting next to him at class
and we were fooling around
always sharing plates at lunch,
cause we both couldn't afford to buy one for our own

yes,
it's a story about kids without money
but we started to notice
that we both are sick of being the dirt under others shoes
his father used to be an asshole
so the lost boy
broke up with school and moved out from home to at least sleep on his own

I don't know if he was doing better
but I missed him in school
and even though my grades were getting better too,
we still felt like shit under anyone's shoe
so
every weekend
he met me at my door
and brought some bottles with him
my dad wasn't that daddy type too
so
getting drunk was the best we could do

I don't know how to tell you this,
but
the lost boy saved me
he
healed my broken heart and
listened to every of my thoughts of giving up just before he told me about my strength
he always encouraged me
to see my worth
he told me to believe
in a greater future
and these nights sum up my senior year
cause while others were studying or making a move to get a date
we were getting drunk as fuck to survive the daily shot of pain

it's awful

because
the lost boy fell in love with me
without allowing me to know it
and as I told him that I've got a broken heart because of a woman
he told me to become happy without her
he told me to leave town, leave my dad and all the empty bottles alone
to be the person I was meant to become

and
to tell you the end
I left
but the horror of my past...
I took it with me

the lost boy
I guess he's still smoking around at night
emptying bottles of liquor as if that could turn back time

I don't know
cause I wasn't able to say goodbye before I left

the lost boy
did the one thing to destroy
what they call trust
he was in pain
I guess
but
no means no
and that's where the story wasn't meant to go
just like his hands
or his lips
but
sometimes lost boys create lost girls too

and I'm not saying
that he broke me that night
but there's a reason for every word I didn't say out loud

and I guess
one and a half years later
this is a night when I really need help to survive the pain

the lost boy
too
could use a little love
cause he wasn't meant to be the tragic cause

but I guess
that's just how the story goes
and
I, again,
can't stop talking about him

he was the one who saved me
just to
push the trigger and
drown me
in an even more terrific pain

well,
lost boy,
thanks for that