Good Grief

Since I'm putting down 
All of the true things around, but I like it
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

Hate it, hate it, hate it
Hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it

Run me out of town
Somewhere a move might intended a gown in
Pissed out all the vowels
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

Hate it, hate it, hate it
Hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it

Good grief
Good grief

Since I'm putting down 
All of the true things around, but I like it
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

Hate it, hate it, hate it
Hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it