stuffed all my dreams
in a pigeon hole
didn’t let ’em out
didn’t let ’em breathethought they had died
all buried
in dust, feathers, and wasteturned out they’d just
matured a bit
grown up alot
and lost some baby fatso now I wonder…
is it time?
stuffed all my dreams
in a pigeon hole
didn’t let ’em out
didn’t let ’em breathethought they had died
all buried
in dust, feathers, and wasteturned out they’d just
matured a bit
grown up alot
and lost some baby fatso now I wonder…
is it time?