Or paper football
In the cafeteria
Or, what, a food fight?
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Or paper football
In the cafeteria
Or, what, a food fight?
Or, what, a food fight?
No. Spare tires, crinkly skin,
Beer, and good ol' days.
Beer and good ol' days
And stopping at a diner at
Two in the morning.
awaken in the midst of night,
my forgotten laundry,or am I traveling
to the stars
Two in the morning.
Too late to be yesterday
Not quite tomorrow
Not quite tomorrow
She replies to my pleading
How long must I wait?
How long must I wait?
Will they never call me back
For that interview?!
For that interview?!
I want it to be over
No longer exist
No longer exist
A hidden away hermit
Amongst one's best books.
Amongst one's best books.
Many quiet days have passed
Wishing for the past
Wishing for the past
To return with sunlit hours
And ice-cream music.
And ice-cream music,
And cheese rhyme; and chestnut song,
Food as perfect art.
Food as perfect art,
King's delicate pleasure in
Spun sugar gardens.
Spun sugar gardens
Sweet petals feed glad children
Free from all worry.
Free from all worry
I sit in my caged heaven
Am I really free?