Every boy is Atlas
Every boy eats apples
Every boy is an $$#hole

So why do you need them

In a t-shirt blue

Did he feel so cruel
But he's so far from it
To feel like such a fool

The shoe? Makes a sound
The leaves that she won't go?


The sun takes away
Like the army that's in ourselves
Every time you walk

It makes a teary? Sight
Every time when you breathe
This is my foundry? Plight