This Is Round 10

So you're all left out again
You wear that golden crown 'til the end
It was a fresh start
Surely a nice thought
I bet you tried
It was a fresh start
Surely your best shot
No foul only harm

As a well fed lie keeps you awake at night
Like an off time beat (it) arrests your mind
It Let's you trespass
Tiptoe around glass
Well think again
Imagine a south paw
Hooked into the "right" crowd
It's faintly bizarre

Says her hands are tied
Acts as if she's high
Weather's fiercely mild
Sincerely tells a lie

Dig up old fashion and ease your mind
Spice up your love cushion and sit tight