Hermit Busker

I’m a hermit busker on the streets of Atlanta,
I’m not your average songbird,
Steel appendages, wooden chest and paper heart,
Oh, you have got me mistaken for the mistakes
That you have made in your past,
You are jaded,
Strangely, it’s me wasting my life away

I’m not your baby, crazy lady
It’s getting hazy and I’m lazy
I’m not your baby, pretty lady,
I’m not…

I’m a hermit busker, singing my life away
Selling my soul for a burn
Girl you better stay away from me,
I’m a hermit busker, singing my life away
Take my only possession, this gold box
It’ll singing you every song I have ever sung

Every sin that you have pinned on me
You have had a good reason, but it’s was never me
Every hurt that I have felt,
You never help when I dealt
Strangely, I m still your jester
Even when my heart stops to beat

I’m not your baby, crazy lady
It’s getting hazy and I’m lazy
I’m not your baby, pretty lady,
I’m not…

I’m a hermit busker, singing my life away
Selling my soul for a burn
Girl you better stay away from me,
I’m a hermit busker, singing my life away
Take my only possession, this crown of yours
It’ll singing you every song I have ever sung

Why won’t you leave me alone,
Why do you come back for more
And tell me nothing…
I hate the smell of the hole for a heart
That I have,
Masking my deeds,
Turning it into someone else greed,
I’m sick of this…

I’m a hermit busker, singing my life away
Selling my soul for a burn
Girl you better stay away from me,
I’m a hermit busker, singing my life away