since I'm putting down all of
the true things aroundbut I like it
I handed down the crowngiven the jewels
and the answers of may
the thought of being ousted comes and goes
when I think about it the wind blows
I hate it
run me out of townsomewhere a move
might intended a gown at
pissed at all the bowelsalways the
blues and a delicate smile
missed all of the sidewaysgull and noun
chills and petty band-aids, wrapped around
I hate it
good grief