TrampInaTux

Through the strings of a harp
she puts cracks in his young glass heart
he's not the life nor the soul of the party
anymore.
His duffell coat hides a body unsure
in the cold he repeats to himself
that he's loved no more

He's sick and tired of tales of her nights
the two silhouettes in her bedroom window,
'fore she dims down the lights
he's lost his taste for the confirmation of a kiss
cos when you stay on that road too long
will it always end up like this?

Teenagers trials and tribulations, all out war
experiences he's never had,
mixed with advice that he's heard before
From the tip of his hat to the love he saw in your eyes
when everybody loves
I'm afraid that everything else dies.