your guard is up and i know why

cause you sound so close but it feels like you're so far

I laid you down in the grass of a clearing. you wept, but your soul was willing

you broke the bonds and you loosed the chains, carried the cross of my shame

I am the son and the heir of a shyness that is criminally vulgar

the end is growing near, we're treading water now and holding back our tears

there are things that we've done that we cannot undo

the city keeps on going, we just keep on rolling

this is the story of the boys who loved you

and i think of your letters like love letters, which is how i think of songs

i guess that this is the price that we pay for the privilege of living for even a day in a world with so many things worth believing in

this little world's too fragile now