The Boy Who Could Fly
Pierce The Veil · Selfish Machines [2010]
It's time to take you home,
it feels so early but I promised I would take you to your door.
Now our lips are numb!
As we walk, sharing warm alcohol.
That kiss tastes like summer.
I hope you like the stars I stole for you,
one hundred million twinkle lights in neon blue.
I'll be the brightest someday!
I'll be the brightest someday!
I'll be the brightest, you'll see!
Don't rain on my parade, it's gonna glow in the dark.
I like it better when you can't keep warm.
Don't ruin a perfect thing.
The boy on the blue moon dreams of sun.
Now as the rain falls like shattered pieces of glass from the sky,
we bleed like water colors and drunken pastels down the stairways.
And I ask myself, why do I still pray?
When will it end? And who f**king cares?
I swear to God I did what I could.
I practically begged you, I pretended everything was fine.
A soul sacrifice, an American nightmare.
I'd rather be dead.
Don't rain on my parade, it's gonna glow in the dark.
I like it better when you can't keep warm.
Don't ruin a perfect thing.
The boy on the blue moon hears a nightmare in his head.
I'll bet you money as you're running to the bathroom,
you barely started drinking but your beauty never stopped you.
You died in California by the sulfur and the sea.
I guess I never should have loved you,
but I do forever 'cause you loved me.
and I break my glasses as I fall in the street!
If you were gonna leave this world how could it be without me?
Now it's all over my tongue and still it has no taste,
'cause without you there is no me.
There's no me at all.
Sometimes love dies like a dog.
(Why don't we just let this one take care of itself?)
Don't rain on my parade, it's gonna glow in the dark.
I like it better when you can't keep warm.
Don't ruin a perfect thing.
The boy on the blue moon dreams...
Don't rain on my parade.
I'm losing a perfect thing.
The Boy Who Could Fly
From the 2010 album Selfish Machines, "The Boy Who Could Fly" stands as a defining track in Pierce The Veil's evolution toward a darker, more atmospheric sound. The song exemplifies the band's signature blend of melodic pop sensibilities with industrial and electronic textures, characteristic of their work during this pivotal era. With its haunting vocal delivery and brooding production, the recording captures a sense of melancholic introspection that became a hallmark of their discography. It reflects the group's ability to merge emotional vulnerability with a polished, modern production style, distinguishing it from their earlier, more raw recordings while laying groundwork for their subsequent experimental directions.