silverrevolver

Oh, little boy lost,
takes himself so seriously,
he brags of his misery,
he likes to live dangerously,
and when bringing her name up,
he speaks of a farewell kiss to me..

he's sure got alot of gall,
to be so useless and all,
mutterig small talk at the wall,
while i'm in the hall,

Oh, how can I explain,
it's so hard to get on,
and these visions of Johanna,
they've kept me up past the dawn.....