Gia

Living here's no paradise, it’s always in the news, people aren’t very nice, might as well be jail, pavement’s stick like glue, love’s a broken name, all I want's a better life, show what I can do, instead of needing respite, my songs are well regaled, all the arias too, pity I can't escape, this cesspit full of lies, little images made of you, don't ask me why, what has been created, boils like mutton stew, know I’m not an easy play, being home's no searchlight, when it beams on truth, in the lilac evening light, there's no pretty hue.