There used to be a boy here, who never stopped running…
There was a boy, blonde like me, but more blonde,
and tan like I used to be, with sinew and something in his veins.
There was a boy who used to mill about, and not stand still,
what happened to him? The same height I was at his age,
the same goof-ball attitude, and the same nonsensical energy.
I’m much more slowed down, and I don’t mill about,
but there was a boy who used to never sit still,
and couldn’t sit still, because of all that nervous energy.
There was a boy, I swear, who could not shut up,
and I thought he was still around, running his mouth,
who couldn’t sit still, I swear, for the life of me…