Decapitated kids I guess her finger slid Mom's the shutterbug Dad was the whip he'd slip
Cookie monster blue You can tell me by the untied shoes Rabbit goes around the hole and through They come undone still do
Scrapbooks filled with memories Of yellowed bad photography
Extracted my front teeth An abscess splinter drove behind beneath The dentist pliers pulled the novocained roots creaked He axed the family tree A jeweler cut it off he let him keep Visited the stump counted the rings 22 short 23
Scrapbooks filled with memories Trinkets of how it used to be Christmas cards of family shots That's the last one before he walked
A stream of thoughts connect me back from where I was to where I'm at Buried into strata confines are precious things I left behind New thoughts slowly take place of older ones that they erase Tucked into these plastic sleeves are things that once were meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
