I sometimes find my mind wandering
Remembering the good old days
Use by date seen better days
No use to man nor beast
Better days are no more, there’s clawing at the door
The door inside your head
It rhymes with dead does head
It also rhymes with shed, which is apt
As that’s where he put my head
Nov 14, 2024
Nov 14, 2024 at 11:45 PM UTC
I sometimes find my mind wandering
Remembering the good old days
Use by date seen better days
No use to man nor beast
Better days are no more, there’s clawing at the door
The door inside your head
It rhymes with dead does head
It also rhymes with shed, which is apt
As that’s where he put my head
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