Boy

Boys will be boys,
Confused and afraid,
Angry and depraved,
Chasing at nothing,
Chasing at everything,
Chasing a thrill.
What I can give them,
Is not what they want,
But it was a nice idea,
At least, at the start of it all.

Well, I guess you can have it,
I give no receipts though...
So...
You can't return the package,
No matter how hard you throw it,
Back in my face,
You can't escape what you owe,
For this product.

What is shoved down my throat,
It comes right back up,
Again and again.
Your satisfaction is lacking,
It's always lacking,
Nothing I do,
No, nothing I've done,
Is good enough,
Good enough,
Good enough,
Because I am not good,
I am evil incarnate,
And so are you,
So are you,
So are they all...

All the brooding young men,
With their problems,
Decisions,
And guns in their hands.
I can't shut them up.
Boy, do I try,
But I just can't fix this,
So I cry,
And I die in their arms.
Yes, I cry and I cry and I cry,
Till I'm dried up inside,
Rotting and stinking,
And swimming in filth of the mind.

I am playing a role,
It is sick,
It is twisted,
It is taking a toll,
It is stealing my soul.
I crave your attention,
Yes, I crave your hand to hold,
Or I'll never make it.
I can't navigate through,
This wasteland,
Of eternal youth.

Yes, boys will be boys,
And boys,
They will kiss me,
And boys,
They will touch me,
And fuck me,
And tell me they love me,
Until they get bored.
Haven't I always known this?

Lesson number one,
You become nothing,
As soon as they're done.

So shut me up.
So fuck me up.
Boy, oh boy,
I could eat you up.
Let me use you up.
Just fill me up.
Boy.