Blush Boy

He wakes up again, turns on the radio and then He's in a snow globe, dancing to static in the sand Waiting for something to happen He's getting stoned again, man, pictures himself in a band Lost in the smoke like flowers are floating in his hands Waiting for something to happen Pack it tight, all the sadness Every night he bottles it up like a blush boy He combs his hair down, he's trying a new style It's been a while, but he's hoping somebody will notice Living a little out of focus He's tried the Internet, but it's as good as it gets He grabs a cigarette, he's spinning some old Patty Griffin And maybe he'll travel to Berlin Pack it tight, all the sadness Every night he bottles it up like a blush boy Like a blush boy And when it's right, all the sadness turns to light He'll watch it explode, he's a blush boy He's a blush boy He don't know, he don't know He don't know where he's going Let it go, let it go He don't know how to show it All alone, all alone He don't know where he's going (He don't know, he don't know) (He don't know where he's going) (Let it go, let it go) (He don't know how to show it) Pack it tight, all the sadness Every night he bottles it up like a blush boy Like a blush boy And when it's right, all the sadness turns to light He'll watch it explode, he's a blush boy He's a blush boy He's a blush boy (One, two, three, four, five, six, seven)