and there goes the boy that i love. he isnt real. and he doesn't live. but he is lost. and he is falling. he is always falling, but he will never land and he will never make a sound.
he is incredibly intelligent, but he never knows the answer to any of my questions.
"hey Fuzz, every rock and roll song has all the answers. just lie with me here all night and we'll listen for a while in the silence of the lyrics. i'll be able to tell you the answer in the morning."
all that is left of his mind are the torn rags of an intelligent youth.
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