Memory of a boy (who doesn’t exist.)

I got this memory of this little boy
Who walked around in my apartment in his faded Converse shoes
And though it wasn't a choice that I wanted to choose
I figured "fuck it, let's do it, 'cos there's nothing to lose."
I gave him my number
He came for the summer
It didn't work out
But it doesn't matter
'Cos I don't even know if he existed
I peruse through every phone book; he's never listed
Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook, he isn't there and baby
If you ain't there, you ain't really nowhere in this world today
It's all noise
I ask the little girls and boys at the strip mall
They don't even know his name
I'm feeling like I'm going insane

I got this memory of this little boy
And he's not me

Well I was thinking I should take a trip to Stonehenge
And I'll be looking under everything that's damaged
The bones, the brains and the kidneys
The scattered ashes of a million different cities
Well if I'm not crazy then I can find him
I got a telescope pointed towards the Pleiades
Well I can loosen the bands of Orion
I'll fall apart where angels are dying

Tut tut it looks like rain

Secret are the archives and the passageways of broken petals
That line the bricks towards my humble abode
I cannot drop the load
This heavy, heavy load
Each time I kiss a frog he turns into a toad!

Ribbit

I have a memory of this little bird
Who flew around in my apartment with a crooked, broken wing
I mistook it for an angel with a bell that could ring
I locked it up in a cage, to compel it to sing
But she would deny it
No, she would not even try it
So it didn't work out
But I wouldn't buy it for a second
You know she said she didn't know if I existed
Looking through my window, perched upon the branches
Said she saw the ghosts congregate in my living room
She said that I was one and they were many, so give 'em room
And she can't sleep 'cos they make noise
A slew of dead girls and boys
Form the river
And I don't even know their names
But now I'm here playing their games

I'm like a memory of a little boy
And he's not

[Train horn]

I will not return
But still you'll keep your head up
Everybody learns
The end is the end