Peach Boy

And when the time has come will you run off to make your mark?

Your secret lullaby will pull my strings to hurt my pride

I'm wandering off again

You're bored again, so cold again

I'm counting the fingers off my hands

And when I tell you so your lips they smack with tight control

You smoked the rest of me and crushed me on the cracked cement

If you're so bored if you're so grown why don't you run away?

I'm counting the fingers off my hands