Good Grief

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