Once there was a child, he did not run
Made up games, so estranged, from the other son
Roses blue, violets red, look there goes the dead
Eyes of green, hairs obscene, the kids are so damn mean
Mum and dad were busy making plans for brother Jim
While buddy over here was supposed to think, oh he hasn't listened
To the birds outside, to the worms in the dirt, to the airplanes up above
Well it's all in his head, but he makes it in the end
Look at what you've done, to the new boy on the block
Just looking for a little fun, well he's come this far
But he's just a little, a little scarred
Once there was a child, thought he lived in a maze
Made up names for objects and people in the way
He's three feet tall, hands are small, but he digs good holes in the dirt
This is how he knows, he makes it up as he goes
Look at what you've done, to the new boy on the block
Just looking for a little fun, well he's come this far
But he's just a little, a little scarred
He's counting all his steps
Running around in circles
Too far gone to save
But maybe that's okay
He will make it up, he will make it out
All on his own, he will make it rain down
He will make it up, he will make it out
All on his own, he will draw a crowd
Look at what you've done
Look at what you've done
To the new boy on the block
Just looking for a little fun
Well he's gone this far
But he's just a little, a little scarred