All of the pictures are just pictures now
All of the stories are just fiction now
I'm not sure what I ever saw in them
Is that what makes me a boy or what makes me a man?
Do you see me as another little kid
Who's bitten off more than he can chew?
A love-shot litterbug
Crawling after you?
Puzzle pieces represent another perfect fit
Drawing attention to an outline drawn in sand
A fired up world
Three points from caving in
All of the hello's are just filler now
All of the goodbye's are just new ghost towns
I'm not sure what I ever saw in them
Is that what makes me a boy or what makes me a man?
Would you ever look up to a figment of me?
Or like a proud lawn, staying two steps ahead
Trying to figure out
What's worth alive or dead
Are you a fan of love, clandestinely?
A broken bottle shard filling in for your cool
If I don't ask the question
I won't have to face the truth
All of the pictures are just pictures now
All of the stories are just fiction now
I'm not sure what I ever saw in them
Is that what makes me a boy or what makes me a man?
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