This is a story of two boys,
The taller one has a gun tucked in his waistband,
He thinks the bullets are meant for him.
The older one has a record player in his head,
He sings along to the same five songs.
They know each other,
Down to the colour of blood,
And the sound of bones breaking.
But they are strangers.
The one with the gun keeps forgetting the words.
And the boy with the music won't let him shoot.