Britney

You remember that tune, Da take your time, I'll hum it for you, eyes that now haunt love, forget all onerous lies, draw water from a jug, bleats his case for truth, mysteries of his line, they only live to rule, rain ticks into a tub, he shudders with the wine, listens to the wind above, bills tossed down avenues, give early shipwreck signs, ongoing family feuds, tissues and body scrubs, mark his decline, makes him scared to blub, he looks so frightened.