Miser

There are times that I find that I don't believe in good
I shake a cane at the clouds, the clouds never understood
Oo and you call it mess of beauty

I'm none the wiser, am I a miser
At the end of days
I haven't heard from them anyways

My mind lights like fire as I bury the chance with blame
But most days I'm too tired - the clouds will catch aflame
Oo and you say it's best to leave it

I'm none the wiser, yet I'm a miser
With a patient craft
I couldn't count on it anyways
I'm none the wiser, I'm just a miser
Letting out a laugh
It don't make sense to me either way

There are times that I find that I won't believe in good
I shook a cane at the clouds, for thinking that they could
Oo and you call it lesser evil

I'm growing wiser, I was the miser
Wiring out the purse
I had no need for it anyways



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