Boy With the Wooden Lips

Your little doll hands felt for the beat behind my breast
And it seemed so strange that there’d be a drum inside my chest
And then you wonder if my little drum ever hurt
And I said, «Only when it breaks beneath heavy words»
We stayed up all night
And I sang you the saddest song
You never cried
And I thought something must be wrong
I didn’t know then
I cannot help the way I feel
I didn’t know then
I thought that every boy was real
I didn’t know then
You didn’t tell me that your name was Pinocchio
We walked through cities and countries
And it was through me that you were happy
Vicariously, living the life that you lack
But, I live for the simpler things
Getting tangled in your strings
Even if you’ll never love me back
I didn’t know then
I cannot help the way I feel
I didn’t know then
I thought that every boy was real
I didn’t know then
You didn’t tell me that your name was Pinocchio
Nobody would kiss the boy with the wooden lips
Except the girl who couldn’t resist
I couldn’t resist
Nobody would kiss the boy with the wooden lips
Except the girl who couldn’t resist
I couldn’t resist