this fiddle case
only filled with one guitar pick
amnesia
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
his favorite shoes
lost behind boxes of clothes to donate
homeless
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
remember his ties
striped, dotted, paisley, solid
bound about his time
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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I only hear you
harp-train to the sweetest soul
only filled with one guitar pick
amnesia
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
lost behind boxes of clothes to donate
homeless
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
striped, dotted, paisley, solid
bound about his time
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green