Willa

When you talk coastlines, dance released in the rain, who pays the fine, smile in the mirror, wait for a dismal train, stand beside you and shiver, you waste my time, nearing home you say, all words to me are lies, proud of your honour, an ubbridgable terrain, you dismiss me the sinner, but are you a child, who suffers more than pain, is belief your terrible why, you ask who delivers, Buster you're the highway, I am the giver, don't trouble me again.