The Boy Least Likely To
The Boy Least Likely To
The Boy Least Likely To
The Boy Least Likely To
The Boy Least Likely To
The Boy Least Likely To
The Boy Least Likely To
The Boy Least Likely To
The Boy Least Likely To
The Boy Least Likely To
The Boy Least Likely To
The Boy Least Likely To
Pushing through the topsoil
I'm blinking in the light
Shading my eyes from the morning sun
I just wish that I could still
See the world sometimes
The way I saw the world when I was young
Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun under my pillow
Sometimes it gets lonely
Being valiantly alone
Sometimes I wish I was there with you
I get sad just thinking
Of all the little things
I never ever had the heart to do
Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun under my pillow
If I looked out of a
Different window would the
Snow still fall as beautiful?