Chase Jedick Tune

I melt a crayon by the candle’s light
And felt guilty in the cold twilight.

They throw sand
In your eyes
She stole my crayon
They throw sand

Wide-eyed once, found out it’s all a trap
After Judas stabbed, then we stabbed him back!

It’s how it goes
You’re only nude
Underneath your clothes
It’s how it goes.

The weary will watch, while weak won’t wonder
When the tasteless tongue of fate and thunder

Gets us back
It’s but a play
We’ll retreat-attack
But they’ll get us back

I found the love I’d been waiting for
I found the person who offered more

A twist of fate
Now I’m away!
A chalked slate
A twist fate.