The Runaways
Was the moon landing fake? Was it all just a dream? Is the world all around me just more than it seems? It’s already quite big I’m already quite small If it grows any more I’ll be nothing at all In the stories of love it often is spoken That girls love the boys who are dark, deep, and broken But I really must say, yes I must now confess I’d prefer to be the only one who’s a mess My life kinda sucks When it comes to my bonds I know the exact moment that it went wrong I looked at my mom and said tentatively “The Aztec people deserved mercy. You see, the Spaniards were in no place to be judging The culture of the people on whose land they were trudging They saw that bright city of lights and of culture And decided to make the only citizens, vultures.” She looked at me and said “I can accept that I guess.” And everything was fine until I chose to confess That I had something big to get off of my chest: “You know most girls they lik