Rockability

It takes time to be nice to yourself all the way, my luv
It’s not hard to get mad with what’s not there indeed, my dear
And you’ll find that the hard way is always the right, way
Here I stand on my own flying vultures above my head
See them waiting for lunch in the heat of the sun, oh dear
They will rip, they will tear, oh my god, oh my god, I fear
And my bones left to bleach in the heat of the sun, fo years
Boy, so many stories to tell
You might go, go away but I’ll always be here, my dear
I might go, fly away but you’ll always be stuck in here
The more I see less I know, oh my god I fear
Still my bones left to bleach in the heat of the sun, four years
Boy, we only wanted to fly
It takes time to be nice to yourself all the way, my dear
It’s not hard to get mad with what’s not there indeed, my love
And you’ll find that the hard way is always the right, my dear
Still my bones left to bleach in the heat of the sun, four years
Boy, so many stories to tell