I’ll be the wallflowers you saw and said // you loved in the movie set // I’ll be the printed sky // in which your ravens fly // the vocalist singing on top of her lungs // in the band you no longer play the drums // I’ll be the only motion that is found // in this picture-perfect paper town. // If you can’t tell me lies and you can’t speak the truth // I’ll be the boy who cries wolf for you.
