Xochiti

Bellow at dreams betrayed, conceal bitter unholy things, take them to your grave, you cant afford the Blues, where everything just sinks, heavy notes end on cue, what a sound they make, a curdled love to everything, who will know your fate, smoke cigarettes in the dunes, when called upon to prate, life is just a hula-hoop, it rolls around your days, you really want to fling, salt at heartaches far away, but here's someone brand new, laughs at toys that ring, knows what isn't true, don’t gamble all and say, love to me is nothing, you can’t cheat the age, find a place to sing.