Frank Turner
Boychild
Take your hand, take your hand away
Leave your impression on my back, where your fingers lay
And I will hold my breath, 'til you find something to say
But if you want to go with her you're allowed
'Cause you're already one foot off the ride
Oh pretty boychild

You love your words
You say you love your words
But it seems they fail you when something hurts
Or when someone hurts
But I know better than to try to get out of you
What I would say, what I would do

So if you want to go with her you're allowed
'Cause you're already halfway through goodbye
Oh pretty boychild
Pretty boychild

Still it's better off dеad than dying
Oh it's better off dead
And if thе ground isn't soft where you're lying
Just remember that you made your own bed

But if you wanna go with her you're allowed
'Cause you're already halfway through goodbye
Pretty boychild
Pretty boychild
Silly boychild