Little Boy's Blue (And Turning White)
She left him breathless, gave him mouth to mouth
Reached out and impaled him with her tongue
She always waited until he was in too deep
Before she strangled him from the inside
Little boy.
He always swore, language = horrible,
He always swore, swore he had an opening for an arrow
Somewhere in his chest
Somewhere between breaths.
It was celebrated when his death became dying
Flowers at the funeral for a heart unworthy
All of them were orchids, her favorite kind
And he didn’t get her white ones on Valentine’s…
He always swore, language = staggering
He always swore, swore under his breath at her
For having such control
For owning him in whole
Beg little boy
Reached out and impaled him with her tongue
She always waited until he was in too deep
Before she strangled him from the inside
Little boy.
He always swore, language = horrible,
He always swore, swore he had an opening for an arrow
Somewhere in his chest
Somewhere between breaths.
It was celebrated when his death became dying
Flowers at the funeral for a heart unworthy
All of them were orchids, her favorite kind
And he didn’t get her white ones on Valentine’s…
He always swore, language = staggering
He always swore, swore under his breath at her
For having such control
For owning him in whole
Beg little boy