I'm just a boy,
In a beat up, red chevy truck,
With muddy brown eyes and hair.
A heart full of love,
A mind full of fears.
I regret more than most,
I do have happy memories.
But they are surrounded by an ache,
A want of something more.
But who am I to say,
That I deserve more than I have?
I don't. I've broken my fair share of hearts.
I've been broken a few times.
I don't deserve anything more.
And that disappoints me.
I like to think I'm high and mighty.
But I'm still just a boy,
In a beat up, red chevy truck.