Jaill - Happy Sidekick lyrics

Tall tales are your special place Feeding on every word that freezes When it takes shape you're quite pleased But you can't afford to write yourself into new folklore You look strange at the grocery store You were hopeful in the same decay When you walked into second grade Everybody thinks the same And you've got style To throw away but not the kind Not the kind you keep now That you've spun the wheel around You hush the crowd as the prize drops down There is no prize and you've won no crown There's something in the way you heard And this makes you very scared Telling everyone beware and you've got to move along Welcomes are always wearing out