Crist - Broke Boy Lyrics

I don't want to talk about
I don't want to dream about
You
Thought this was it
Oh every moment
Feeling like those snap shot cameras
My grandma used
Still lifes and painted dreams
Casting a haze with those
Neighborhood dreams
Walk around and talk about
Whatever those
White picket fence
Suburban families do
Little broke boy
Oh he never knew
(Yeah)
What it takes to family
What it means for strongly loving
Those close to you
He wish he knew
He wish he grew
He wish he wasn't hurting the few
Those near and dear
It's no so clear
(Yeah)

I don't wanna talk about you
I don't wanna dream about you

It's a pain in my heart
You painted my
You painted my heart
Colorful greens and blues
And hues of
Love that a boy could have never
Understood