Grease, sweat, coffee, faded shipyard pictures

Giant living there I used to know

Author of the testosterone scriptures

Where did you go?



Now I remember what you told me that time

Falling from my bike,

scraping my knee

If you're gonna weep,

keep it from sunshine,

So no one sees



I won't cry

Above all things boy, be a man



See little boy hiding amongst shadows

Ashamed of tears exposing ancient pain

From the storms predicted by the Tarot

Pray for the rain



I won't cry

Above all things boy, be a man


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