17 - Sleeping Beauty

I was out of money

she was out of ideas

And she couldn’t belive

I count my kicks

from stupid ideals

that she couldn’t retirve

And I was Mary’s boy at the time

And god she could really whine

But I was nobody’s child in my mind

Just observing the signs

She had a house

on the wrong side of town

Where I was never allowed

Her daddy had a store

and he was always a clown

Cause he was never around

And I was Mary’s boy

I could cry

Cause she wanted to die

And though she said

all my values were lies

I was expected to rise

and lift her up to her skies

I was 17 and counted on more

I was hungry and bored

and though my fingers

where clean as before

I was heading for war

And I was Mary’s toy at all times

Just repeating the lines

And when I learned all

my valus were crimes

I’d let the wind take me high

and aimlessly to the sky