I vacuum All around my house And every Sunday i find trinkets They′re all memories i forgot about
I use trinkets to remember the past Like a museum of moments Both happy and sad
I can name a few a sight Like the jacket my father wore right before he died Or when i cut my wrist using that dull kitchen knife
I was sad for the longest time Ghost in the machine But i'm gonna die And you're gonna die
I just hope that by the end of it Even angsty and pissed That i get to 86 With a house full of trinketsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.