What's a Boy To Do

I'm sure that I'm moving to St. Louis
 Three long years wandering here in New York City
 I guess I'm looking for the right way to do this
 I guess I'm looking for the right things to call pretty
 Young boys playing in the park turning their backs to take a shot
 You know I'll stay sharp around here
 'cause they're the stoning and leaving type
 It's the kind of love that comes and
 goes when there's company coming 'round
 What's a boy to do who knows no man now?
 What's a boy to do who knows no man now?
 Daddy's been looking down his nose at all of them
 And I've been looking 'round for someone to tell me who I am
 He kept saying I was too young to finish a fight
 I'd die each time they came; I never got to draw my knife
 Well it was just a pair of shoes in a
 middle school room with the world watching in
 And Angela's crying, I'm dying just a little inside as they ran away
 Funny which words stick around 20 years down when you're driving alone
 What's a boy to do when there's no man at home?
 What's a boy to do when there's no man at home?
 Well, I'll stack all my books in perfect rows
 From the biggest down to the smallest ones
 And I buy all the perfect clothes
 Bulletproof in black, where I look like a son
 Well it was just a rainy night at Tyler's house
 A bottle spinning 'round the room
 And everybody's singing and slipping
 down the bottom of a halfway rush of blood
 And I was grabbing Missy but I was
 trying to find a lightswitch in the dark
 What's a boy to do with no man in his heart?
 What's a boy to do with no man in his heart?
 It's all quiet for the first time
 With no voices left to fall
 I saw a boy at the bottom of the bridge
 His car was left there on the top
 It's four o'clock in the morning
 Didn't need to be like this
 There's a white sheet left to cover up
 What should have been a holy kiss
 It's not like those days
 It's not like I'm scared of you
 What's the son of man and a boy to do?
 What's the son of man and a boy to you?