You wanna call the shots. You talk the talk. You wanna ask for luck. And never lose your spot. . You're going all the way. What a daily chore. You gotta walk the walk.
This boy I know, he has a heart of glass. It is gold inside but it has crystalized. It is beautiful but in its tragedy. It is hard to hold without shattering.
When I was young. I used to sleep up in the garden. Wait to sneak in. When the house grew quiet. . Now that I'm grown. I can't seem to find it. There is no tall, tall grass.