Oh Boy - Get Well Soon

I’ve been told

but all the radicals

are growing old.

At night things cast no shadow

that’s a lie.

Like all the things that mother tells

It’s hard to get by

Now open your eyes, sweet prince

Oh, you’ve been lost ever since

that day

One hand on the holster

at all times

Oh my lonely rider

(they won’t grant you your luck)

And open your eyes,

sweet prince

Just know that you’ve been loved

ever since.

No, (you know you don’t need

their flak)

Just throw all that weight

off your back

and go home