Intelligence beyond my years

The years of youth I've lost

He who knows is he who fears

For wisdom comes with a cost

Intelligence beyond my years

The years that have yet to pass

If age were to be shown by tears

I would be at least eighteen at last

The paper planes I couldn't fold

Are left behind to smolder

My heart, it burns as I grow old

As it turns my spirit colder

The bicycles I couldn't ride

The stop signs I couldn't meet

I remember clearly, the day God died

The asphalt burned against my feet

I unraveled the lies that you had tied

As I ran across the street

Running to find a place to hide

From my demons, in my defeat

I pushed the gravel behind your tires

In a vain attempt to make you stay

I loved you, as a sinner and as a liar

But still you so easily drove away

That fortress of cinder blocks

Without a ceiling

Or a floor

Or even a door to lock

Was a place to hide

In a concrete shelter

Of heavy metaphors

Locked from the outside

And six years later, I'm still confined

Inside my concrete fortress

Though then the devil stood outside

It seems now he lives inside my mind