Good Grief

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 

good grief