One Twenty

Parade all the while, when you hit the trail, ride that lonely mile, in your bones, you don't need a stay, to be alone, you left her to die, on your holy grail, said you didn’t have time, can you atone, when love always fails, shame marks your tomes, flip a coin to the sky, talk of hoisting sail, don't worry about style, drink wine from a Jeraboam, covet some desolate mail, throw stones at her ghost, what is it to cry, that finds you this way, you're not going to lie, it’s worse than jail.