Charlotte

It just goes to show, when I hear your blues, always for lost notes, sm witness to the sighs, think of the ugly feuds, we hung out to dry, tired of worry at loans, need energy to sooth, whoever calls this home, instead of all the jibes, amidst a stinking truth, you won’t make me cry, maybe it's all you know, how to ghost our venues, in some lane dead slow, don't try to act wise, you bring nothing new, I have marked the lies, better face the blow, something we both knew, deep within my soul, little left of you.