Spokes Songtext

von P.O.N.D.

She tattooed her failures on her arms
Which ran wrists to shoulder blades
She wore them above her charm bracelet
Given to her on her birthday

A silver wrist bound carousel
Given to her by her father
So bright back then but tarnished since
She used to be the favorite daughter

That no longer applies
Expiration date went by
You used to be so pretty

Knuckles crack from faulty swings
Leaving memories of him
Imprinted in the purple yellow browns
That only recently began

To fade back to the colors
You are really supposed to be
In sickened ways you guiltily
Found them to be so pretty

Your long face wears long sleeves
To hide what's underneath
Everyone just thinks your clumsy

The blue backed cards could
Only be used for flimsy construction
After he took the royalty
And lined his spokes with them

Ferris wheels of noble men
Spray out the perfect rhythm
The dirt hill jumps were always
Best he found out by the prison

That's where your real father lives
He didn't go down with his ship
That's just what your mother told you go