Doak's Need

Every boy is Atlas

Every boy eats apples

Every boy is an asshole

So why do you need them



In a t-shirt blue

Did he feel so cruel

But he's so far from it

To feel like such a fool

The shoe? Makes a sound

The leaves that she won't go?



The sun takes away

Like the army that's in ourselves

Every time you walk

It makes a teary? Sight

Every time when you breathe

This is my foundry? Plight