If you push me a little farther, down the hill I'd go my way
Don't make this any harder, too much thought for my age
I'll be crawling up here one day, with a pebble in my hand
Tomorrow's always hungry, run away if you can
i don't speak the romantic languages you love
I'll conjure up my own words, and prove you oh so wrong (hey)
Break me in three places, dirt in my teeth
I've seen two hundred faces, but no sword in my sheath
Yet I'm not a violent person, that's a fact now don't you know?
But I'm not an adult human, just a boy who did not grow