Bummer to Cry

When I was younger I kept no promises
Rogue spirit was I
Hid out in the yard when my soul ghost would beat me
Lost in sheets of time

But it's A ~ OK
It's A ~ OK
It's OK to laugh
But it's really a bummer to cry

Step out of the shadows step out of the mire
You are a timeless star child walk on wild
There is heaven in your hair and rivers between your fingers
Celebrate your mysterious self in style

Take this crown of thorns they say
Take this cross of iron
Stick yourself into the ground
Cover your face in frowns

A warning to those who talk to us
And call us wasters delinquents
Might you use the same language
If you knew I was a shape shifter