you were once a boy in blue making films in your backyard/ you had dreams of motorcycles and candy paint on vintage cars/ kissed two girls with my name before and had only three tattoos/ a recluse with too many books like everyone else and only you/ you hung posters in your bedroom born from television screens/ vixen kittens cheesecaking wearing barely anything/ so whatever could’ve happened that’d go and turn you so mean/ your blackened eyes looked tired anytime you’d look at me/ like you used to see the beauty and now/ you just can’t see.