Did you ever hear the man so blind he couldn't tell the boy who loved him,
Saw him so clearly with blue eyes in parallel with him
So sweet but unseeing
So cold while still not meaning
To hurt the boy calling himself Mr Diamandis out of delusion not happiness
But tragedy was what had begun
So sweet to the eyes and so sour to the taste
The Man played so careful it seemed careless his love was seen as misplaced
But maybe delusion was all as alleged kept from the court out of fear from sharp edges
Too far to reach too unlikely to be his
The town called it crazy
I called him Tommy Diamandis

It's not easy to say but I'm asking for help
I'm confessing that I'm bruised and that I'm trying to build myself back up with superficial nonsense an insubstantial material to make me whole again
I miss who I was when I was 11 and i protect that innocent boy who over 5 years I lost and am now wondering why?
Left to fix myself up out of false apologies and unrequited hope

The 9 lives of love
Seemingly start with you
Falling for the one who got to be the first I choose
But these confessions of a convict always have me feeling blue
I suppose it wouldn't hurt hurt much if what I had to say wasn't so true

Catch me on the surfside
White shorts tan lines
Sipping bacardi watching guys
Surfing between splitting oceans with clear minds
Sun stirring lights blurring
Body working and still smirking
Cause its late summer and I'm gonna be sat here till midnight
Glasses down, legs out
Living life all mine so
Catch me on the surfside