Rendition To Old Camera Obscura Songs

A blushing boy walking alone
Down a long, low lit street faintly
Glowing by yellow street lights late,
And always walking away from things.
He didn't ever get it. Never lingered
Long enough to taste the fruit of favor
For any other thing, any want or dream.
Like some mechanism that shifts,
Suddenly he turns away.
He remembers all this vivid.
Hot summer nights of sighs.
Cold wind and brushing snow falling over
Everything around. Always walking away.
Taste the best of the fruit, then toss aside
Any left to look for something different.
He never knew the worth of waiting around...
Someday he might feel it.
Put on the sad songs and reminisce
All the glorious retreat.
Some people are hard to love.
Some people don't allow themselves that grace.
A heart is just a heart, after all.
Whatever you fill it with is what it becomes.
A heart is just a heart, in the end.
Whatever you tell it is how it behaves.
Emotional gypsies. Wanderers of love
That stake no claim but still wish to feel everything.
It's selfish, but commonplace. High risk, low reward.
You wouldn't think I'd talk about myself this way.
Must've been you thought I had a handle, but I'm like everyone else, or no one.
Just a listless prospect of constant wandering.
A sad boy, at heart. Fall apart at the perfect times.