Wholesome Mary by Ryan Gibson

Wholesome Mary came today dragging an anvil
I filled her empty mansion with praise, her stomach full of advil
Always dealt the cruel hand of fate, the man who never loves you
You scorn yourself with inward hate for what you can't live up to.

Girl, think twice before you say that I don't know what it's like.

Living in limbo, getting crossed signals
Bored with this nightmare
So give me something that I'll understand
Mary au contraire.

Don't even know you, but I feel so below you
Don't know what I'm here for
But I needed a muse to hang on a tune
While in this vacant airport.

• Alternative
• alternative rock
• appalachian-folk
• folk
• indie folk
• soul squalor
• Sykesville