Disarm, Smashing Pumpkins

I like this song a lot but the words are curious.


Disarm you with a smile
And cut you like you want me to
Cut that little child
Inside of me and such a part of you
Ooh, the years burn

I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my choice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you

Disarm you with a smile
And leave you like they left me here
To wither in denial
The bitterness of one who's left alone
Ooh, the years burn
Ooh, the years burn, burn, burn

I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my voice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you

The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you

My first blog, this should be fun. First, let explain the blog name. In 1994 I found myself in the inner city of Philadelphia. These young 10 year old girls were jumping rope (double dutch) and they were pretty good. The girls wanted an audience and so they yelled to me and my friend, 'hey, do you wanna see something decent?'. We obliged, and watched the girls jump and do their tricks. I think it interesting how universal it is for people to want to be appreciated and seen doing something they do well. My 4 year old is the same way. I've complimented him so many times he now jumps straight to the positive feedback and asks me, 'was that awesome dad?' before i have a chance to tell him how awesome it was.