Ephemeral Blues

Nobody to hold to make a sound
The people you know break down when you're around
So bitter your face like an old sweet case
You know that the temps are strong when it's hard to see

And you're a sour mash talker
Wake and weep a sleep walker
A cheap daughter waiting around in the cold

And yes you're so bold
You believe in something but have nothing to show
Trading silver for gold
Speaking up with no soul



Credits
Writer(s): Jimmy Hua
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