disarm you with a smile
and cut you like you want me to,
cut that little child inside of me
and such a part of you
oh ho the years burn
oh ho the years burn

i used to be a little boy, so old in my shoes
and what I choose is my choice
what's a boy supposed to do?
the killer in me is the killer in you
my love
i'll send this smile over to you

disarm you with a smile
and leave you like you left me here
to whither in denial
the bitterness of one who's left alone
oh ho the years burn
oh ho the years burn burn burn

i used to be a little boy, so old in my shoes
and what I choose is my voice
what's a boy supposed to do?
the killer in me is the killer in you
my love
i'll send this smile over to you