di Bingham Endicott
THE BRAVERY
We are lies like the summertime
Like the spring we are such fools
Like fall we are the prophets
Like winter we are cruel
I don’t know what’s wrong with us
They just made us this way
There’s a hole in you and me
That pulls us together
And I don’t know where we belong
I think we grew under a bad sun
I know we’re not like everyone
You and me we grew, under a bad sun