thosetwodeadboys:

This is a story about two boys

The taller one has a gun tucked into 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 color 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.