Bullet Boy

Blue everyday
Blue everyday
Blue everyday

Bruised from another place
Everyday takes grace
And the air's still warm
From a bullet in the wrong place

You're still moving
(I'm still wounded)
From the speed
Never leave so free (free)

I still stare
From the glare
(From the glare)
Of your last stare (of your last stare)

Bruised from another place
Everything takes grace
And the air's still warm