Bullet Boy
blue... everydayblue... everydayblue... everyday
bruised from another placeeveryday takes graceand the air's still warmfrom a bullet in the wrong place
you're still movingı'm still woundedfrom the speed never leave so free (free)
ı still stare from the glare(from the glare) of the last of my stare
bruised from another placeeverything takes graceand the air's still warm.