Songtexte Dear Boy - The Format

You're not made for this
Dear boy
You're not made for this
Dear boy

We watch the stock drop
They say we're just not high octane
I want to exchange hits for a testament
And this will be my sacrifice
Up in the clouds, pick up the tab, put me down
Now gently eavesdrop me, cause this is not a gallery
Well, she takes me seriously, what a joke, she would know
If she wasn't too scared to pick up the phone and go

You're not made for this
Dear boy
You're not made for this
Dear boy

The crime fits the punishment
And an eyes closed sow stabbing demons to dust
She says, "Well, who do you trust?"
I don't trust anyone
"Who do you trust?"
I don't trust nobody
"Not even her?"
No, not even me
"Oh, please"
You're not
Thank you, Lila, for deceiving
All the people that believe in me
Somewhere Arthur Lee is bleeding
Somewhere Arthur Lee is bleeding
If I came to learn one thing from this
It's the people from Long Island aren't as old as they seem
They're older than they seem to be
I turn my back to the mirror, all you see is my back
It's leaving you with somewhere lethal to make a red dot
Let's see what you got
Ready or not, here goes
The crime fits the punishment

You're not made for this
Dear boy
You're not made for this
Dear boy
You're not made for this
Dear boy
You're not made for this
Dear boy
You're not made for this
Dear boy
You're not made for this
Dear boy