Boomerang

 

 

I’ll pack up your pain and I’ll make it into a boomerang,

And when I pitch it, it comes around, it might even knock you down,

And if that happens, I’ll warn the crowd,

I’ll warn the crowd that I’ll laugh out loud.

 

 

But I’ll run to your side, and I’ll watch you cry.

I might have to leave your side cause I know me and I laugh when you cry,

You shouldn’t see me laugh at your side,

My unusually insensitive side, with guilty tears in my eyes

 

 

I’ll trap up your pain and I’ll take it to the shooting range,

And when I hit it I look around, someone else has fallen down,

And if this happens, I’ve warned the crowd, 

I’ve warned the crowd that I’d laugh out loud.

 

But I’ll run to your side, and I’ll watch you cry.

I might have to leave your side cause I know me and I laugh when you cry,

You shouldn’t see me laugh at your side,

My unusually insensitive side, with guilty tears in my eyes

 

 

When I run to your side, and I watch you cry,

I might have to leave your side because my unusually insensitive side,

I shouldn’t laugh when you cry, 

But I’ll always run too your side.