I heard the blaring wails
Of strangers playing pin the tail
On the donkey
Reminds me of a time
When we use to play
Swing the flail
At the monkey
We were young
And feeling spunky
But when the morning comes again
I’ll see you then
Today I’ll wear my positive attitude
Just for you
Till the soil in the flowerbed
Even if I’m feeling blue
I know it may seem old school
That I’m still sipping sweet vermouth
The memories flair up
And I’m returned to youth
Come upstairs
I’m on Floor 2
The one that has
A distant view
Just a couple steps away
From knowing where you are
I feel your presence fade from me
You seem so very far
The little talks
And street lamp walks
I thought would bring us closer
What was I to do?
Worry not your pretty head
None of it was true
Feb 29, 2024
Feb 29, 2024 at 7:08 PM UTC
I heard the blaring wails
Of strangers playing pin the tail
On the donkey
Reminds me of a time
When we use to play
Swing the flail
At the monkey
We were young
And feeling spunky
But when the morning comes again
I’ll see you then
Today I’ll wear my positive attitude
Just for you
Till the soil in the flowerbed
Even if I’m feeling blue
I know it may seem old school
That I’m still sipping sweet vermouth
The memories flair up
And I’m returned to youth
Come upstairs
I’m on Floor 2
The one that has
A distant view
Just a couple steps away
From knowing where you are
I feel your presence fade from me
You seem so very far
The little talks
And street lamp walks
I thought would bring us closer
What was I to do?
Worry not your pretty head
None of it was true
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