Caitlyn

It just goes to show, when I hear your blues, in some lane dead slow, a witness to your sighs, the ugly feuds, your weary lies, the missed loans, anything to unglue, my frozen bones, instead of jibes, and all your doodle doo, why make me cry, is it all you know, how to haunt a venue, keeping up a cheery tone, trying to be wise, it's nothing new, I've marked these nights, better face the blow, something I always knew, heaven's in my soul, there’s no space for you.