since I'm putting down all



of the true things around but I like it



I handed down the crown



given 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 town



somewhere a move might intended a gown at



pissed at all the bowels



always the blues and a delicate smile



missed all of the sideways



gull and noun



chills and petty band-aids



wrapped around



I hate it