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

Good grief