Every boy is atlas
Every boy eats apples
Every boy is an asshole
So why do you need them

In a t-shirt blue
Did he feel so cruel
But he's so far from it
To feel like such a fool
The shoe? makes a sound
The leaves that she won't go?

The sun takes away
Like the army that's in ourselves
Every time you walk
It makes a teary? sight
Every time when you breathe
This is my foundry? plight