Every boy is Atlas 

Every boy eats apples 

Every boy is an asshole 

So why do you need them 


In a t-shirt blue 

Did he feel so cruel 

But he's so far from it 

To feel like such a fool 

The shoe? Makes a sound 

The leaves that she won't go? 


The sun takes away 

Like the army that's in ourselves 

Every time you walk 

It makes a teary? Sight 

Every time when you breathe 

This is my foundry? Plight