Little blonde boy

I’ve done everything for you Where there was no threat

I ran and I hid

Damon looks into the mirror and sees a masochist Tightens up his fists and walks away

He books a reservation for just him

At a tavern where they would sit

They represent what

Damon couldn’t let himself have

Damon thought he laid to rest that masochist He’s depressed to find him breathing

Who can say why he throws away

The things he spends his life building

They represent what

Damon couldn’t let himself have

Little blonde boy

I’ve grown old alone with you Where there is no threat

I flinch and I snap

Damon saves his paycheck for his real estate Throws himself an allowance

He’s a slave to precision and

Takes pleasure in the pain it brings him

‘Cause he represents

The life he convinced himself to live

Little blonde boy

What else could I do What else could we be If we did something new