Crashintome

Violinist

Dressed like a wedding cake
And only four dollars to my name
We come from under the canopy
To the violinist who strokes our songs in the rain

Swipe me a a swaying manniquin
Who plastically moves your motions
To my emotion
And returns me back to sane

And half of my money will go to his case
Two dollars go get us back to this place
Where I'd listen to Bryson Andres
And slowly clear the tears from my face.