Two kids in the park And kissing (???) and black coffee Suitcase full of looks To study And the curvy pink accent Bookish boy and me And nothing Every bus stop is the same Phone bill broke the bank And so on Magazine article reads
Bruise grey covers everything And everyone everywhere anyway Every day
Everyone gets old God willing What a fatalist reprieve Strict nine for a meal But growing Gotta be the inertia
No one buys her drinks So quitted Never was one to sulk well All the eggshell friends Too nervous But we tiptoe oh so well
Bruise grey covers everything And everyone everywhere anyway Every day
Another thick smokestack day And waiting And the park kids they still kiss Getting up to sunset But covered By a viscus sky of Tin
Bruise grey covers everything And everyone everywhere anyway Every day