this boy i know, he has a heart of glass
it is gold inside but it has crystallized
it is beautiful but in it's tragedy
it is hard to hold without shatteringhe calls himself at night, in soft overchords
keeps coming back to it his voice in echo chorus
till the sound's so thick it turns the sky to smoke
and the grayest days the predictions toldbut this boy I know, he is pure of soul
just gets lost sometimes in his chemicals
under a coat of night, it's oh-so-comforting
and that first breaking light becomes his enemyhe calls so late tonight, it is 4 a.m.
he is drunk, he can't find his apartment
i don't like how it feels when i think of him
all hooded in black, lost and stumbling
the days start to fade out of the frame
like their blurring into to someone else's nameyou try your hardest to rewind the tapes
but you're prepared everyday to make the same mistakes
step out of that life, it's nowhere near your timejust remember you called it all bullshit
well, it is and if you stop giving into it
you can walk away the freest manthis boy i know lives in a bell jar
it is balancing upon it's pedestal
he tries not to upset the weight of conscience
afraid it's so far to fall if no one catches himbut I've been there too, and I swear to god
if I can help you, please, you've got to tell me how
I know you've been away, and it can break you down
and I don't want you gone
all the cracks you see can be repaired
and if you start to fall, we will be theredon't drown yourself in all your old regrets
because that heaviness will steal away your breath
step out of that life, it's nowhere near your timeand don't forget that you called it all bullshit
well it still is and if you stop giving into it
you will walk away the freest manshake your head
loosen that grip
raise up your fist
you are the freest man
open your mouth
scream it out loud
forget all your doubts
you are the freest man
