Grayson

Bellow at dreams betrayed, conceal bitter holy things, take them to your grave, you cant afford the Blues, where everthing just plinks, heavy notes end on cue, what a sound they make, curdled bad to everything, who cares about your fate, smoke ciggies in a fugue, call on those to berate, all the bad luck u used, it rolls around your days, you really want to fling, salt that stuff far away, here's something for you, a new toy that rings, tells you what's true, stop gambling and say, love to me is everything, if you can’t cheat age, find a place to sing.