A song that I wrote detailing the feeling of disappointment one faces when realizing that their favorite band is getting worse and worse...

Lyrics:

I was focused your song
What a shame wasn't it the right one
Your soul encapsulated my ears
My hands were swallowed by fear

I recall your first release
Was so good I stained my briefs
It was the first magic in my life
It was my senses' twilight

But the homies kept dissin your girl
And Sally swore she'd never return

I'm tired of all the waiting
I'm tired of you disappointing
I'm tired and so fed up
I want my Blue back!

I can't pay attention
Because everything is draped with tension
Anticipation floods your walkways
Nobody lets you think straight

Cuss all you want
But we're still trying to hear
You go back to the
Old days where there was no fear

But the homies kept dissin your girl
And Sally swore she'd never return

I'm tired of all the waiting
I'm tired of you disappointing
I'm tired and so fed up
I want my Blue back!