Jofour

What do you care, the pull on my traces, that makes me swear, a tune in blue trees, thick weave on my face, spun on the breeze, what can you share, heaven's no kissing gate, but you send me there, in chains to the sea, unlike your gaze, that sparks electricity, hard to know what's there, with your voice raised, your lips that snare, down broken streets, no one runs or hesitates, from sugar treats, you say I'm square, if singing's so great, why are you so unaware, of each passing day?