Willa

Parade all the while, say you’re on the ball, ride the lonely miles, in your bones, you’re not here at all, no you are a Jonah, you left me to die, on your holy horse, said we didn’t have time, can you atone, when love turns to gall, must shame fill your bones, flip a coin to the sky, talk of beating the Fall, no worries about style, drink wine from a Jeroboam, hide behind some desolate wall, throw stones at my ghost, what it is to cry, we'll disregard your call, you're not here to lie, let others walk tall.