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, comes and goes

When I think about it

The wind blows

Hate it

Hate it

Hate it

Hate it

Hate it

Hate it

Hate it

Run me out of town

Somewhere a move might intended a gown in

Pissed at all the bowels

Always the blues and a delicate smile

Missed all of the sideways

Gull and noun, gull and noun

Chills and petty band-aids

Wrapped around

Hate it

Hate it

Hate it

Hate it

Hate it

Hate it

Hate it

Good grief

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, comes and goes

When I think about it

The wind blows

Hate it

Hate it

Hate it

Hate it

Hate it

Hate it

Hate it