since I'm putting down all

of the true things around but I like it

I handed down the crown

given the jewels and the answers of may

the thought of being ousted comes and goes

when I think about it the wind blows

I hate it

run me out of town

somewhere a move might intended a gown at

pissed at all the bowels

always the blues and a delicate smile

missed all of the sideways

gull and noun

chills and petty band-aids

wrapped around

I hate it