My Boy

My boy
I’m trying not to hide
From waves of understanding
That it’s true
That it’s real
That if I pick up the phone
I can’t reach you anymore
If I walk into your room
I can’t look into your eyes
Slide under the covers
And hold you tight
And the image
The last image
Well I have the power to shape it
Cause it comes to mind
A hundred times day
If I pick up the phone
I can’t reach you anymore
If I walk into your room
I can’t look into your eyes
Slide under the covers
And hold you tight
My boy
You said don’t give a fuck
What anybody’s thinking
Just be true
Just be real
But I’d die to know what you would say
If you were here with us today
I’d kill to know if we’re more dead than you
Wrap the night around me like the truth
I know cold metal in your mouth
Was the touch of peace sublime
And you’ll always be an echo
On the other side of time
But if I pick up the phone
I can’t reach you anymore
If I walk into your room
I can’t look into your eyes
Slide under the covers
And hold you tight