Weather isn’t easy To deny, we try  To void it’s fickle  Winds, that tear Apart the sheltered Sky, and hope to Hell our sundered Sties…

An illness fills the water, The king will die again I know that few talk to the storm; Far less address the rain

Thief to my attention, Speak easy my friend such cosy days have come And gone, and come back once again.

I woke up from a dark film as a plane flew by They say the engine fell out

Can’t you see I’m dying  I got run up at school  I think I’m done with trying  but i’d maybe try you  You’re an e-queen baby I’m a…

Perhaps it’s not so black and white