This boy looked at his life And with his sharpest knife He aimed to carve out the things you can't erase Though his effort was noble He came with nothing to show for Quiet audience, that now turned their eyes from his face He had the unmistakable feeling That he'd finally hit the ceiling When you know there's no time left to take And the circle of his whole existence Wore down just from resistance And that was all he needed to see To break free Oh, yeah And when he'd finally finished the letter This time he thought of it better He knew that no one would understand what he had meant them to receive To receive Torn up by the truth of his first thoughts Reluctantly, he settled on store bought Wrapped up picturesque, and guaranteed to please To please With that unmistakable feeling That he'd finally hit the ceiling When you know no one around would speak his tongue Oh, the circle of his existence Wore down just from resistance And that was all he needed to see To...