She never learns so she's never wrong. She doesn't like to sleep alone. When she does, she dreams of jets Falling from the sky. Only in moments of weakness, Does she need him now. Boy Without Filters From silence to distortion: Boy Without Filters He thinks too much so he's never sure. The day seems spent before it's through. He remembers the sound of a distant night Filling up the room. Watching her eat he notes that her mouth Has a life of its own. Things are moving. Doors are closing on the Boy Without Filters Only in moments of weakness Does she need him now.