The Wild

Let's talk about a boy who wouldn't be contained

He threw it all away, he never cared to wait

He ran through the fields, heard a seagull scream

Took his life vest off and marched into the sea

And every passing day he's even less inclined

To try to fill all the gaps that he himself designed

The image in his head, the things that don't align

Forgetting what he loved and what he left behind

Run away, run away into some new wasteland

We're just dirt in some little god's hand

Tell me all about how you disappear in dark rooms