Bailey

I'm not your drip, lost on a big sea, the yellow light hid, what about your lover, with all her surly needs, does she have your number, tells you how to live, alongside your greed, never one to not insist, in an age of wonder, yet so little belierf, is it you who flounders, painted stones and drift, lie supine at your feet, now you've been tripped, a slave so encumbered, to someone else's plea, instead my sweet slumber, you can rot in sin, live life gone to seed, but I won't give in. spirits set me free.