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