Hayley

Don't ever make a fuss, she carries yellow lists, makes room for one of us, your heart beside the freeway, chained against her fits, places she wants to reign, if you need a chorus, be prepared for this, simply do what she insists, she hisses find another Turkey, tells me seek a ship, knowledge is always hazy, feel the rain like dust, walk to middle distance, regulate by clock or bust, leave someone else who's nuts, on this road of whispers, is the sea in your blood, an Ocean floor to crash ?