Listening to your music makes me very bored
So I headed downtown for the things I can’t afford
I walked into the crowded lake till my feet got sored
If the traffic questioned me I’d say I was lured
For a glass of ice and an old album I stored
It made four. I listened till the choir singers broke their last vocal chord.
For years they trademarked desire, eventually it topped the Billboard
the train got jammed midway, again this team had scored
I didn’t say anything; I even signed the peace accord
All the piano keys marched out my door, saying ‘cursed was my Lord!’
I couldn’t sing well, but I walked behind them with a sword
Only my guitar slept soundly; at midnight it even snored
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 5:42 PM UTC
Listening to your music makes me very bored
So I headed downtown for the things I can’t afford
I walked into the crowded lake till my feet got sored
If the traffic questioned me I’d say I was lured
For a glass of ice and an old album I stored
It made four. I listened till the choir singers broke their last vocal chord.
For years they trademarked desire, eventually it topped the Billboard
the train got jammed midway, again this team had scored
I didn’t say anything; I even signed the peace accord
All the piano keys marched out my door, saying ‘cursed was my Lord!’
I couldn’t sing well, but I walked behind them with a sword
Only my guitar slept soundly; at midnight it even snored
