Oliver

Oliver
You kicked a hole through my heart
And left me with the whistling sound
As the wind blows through

With duck tape
And an old bin bag I covered it up
And put back on my sweater
So I look the same

But I'm a little different now
I might look the same
I might look the same
But I'm a little different now

Oliver
You ripped the smile off my face
And fed it to the Winter birds
What a wicked boy

Oliver
You are my blackness
Oliver
You are my lightness

My devastator
I might look the same
I might look the same
But I'm a little different now

I might look the same
I might look the same
But I'm a little different now
I'm a little different now