The boy who couldn’t let himself in.
Every time he’s ending is when it all begins.
Woke up in a hurricane, afraid to sleep at night.
That boy smiled through so much pain
until he couldn’t fight.
He fell down to the desert.
Boy that boy fell hard.
He found gifts in the desert.
Boy that boy fell hard.
Lost his head in yellow shine, afraid of being known.
That boy painted his own rhymes until he came unsewn.
Winter there, nerves, the call.
Outside in his summer sprawl.
They knew they knew it all along.
He fell so hard, he’s felt it all.
That boy moved ahead of time.
That boy painted his own lines.
That boy thought there’s more to life.
Boy that boy, he fell so hard,
That boy’s heart has never lied.
That boy stops himself with him.
That boy doesn’t realize wins.
He thinks he’s done, so he begins.
Boy that boy, he fell so hard.
So now that boy’s about to start.
this is your life chuck johnson 