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, comes and goes
When I think about it, the wind blows
I hate it
Hate it
Hate it
Run me out of town, somewhere a move might intended a gown
Pissed at all the bowels, always the blues and a delicate smile
Missed all of the sideways, gull and noun, gull and noun
Chills and petty band-aids, wrapped around
I hate it
Hate it
Hate it
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, comes and goes
When I think about it, the wind blows
I hate it
Hate it
Hate it