one day I'll be in a rocking chair
kept company by stray cats
and stray thoughts
and old DVDs
I know that I'll forget everything
I've ever done
and ever seen
but I'll have my old boombox
and when I press play all
those memories will flood
right back to me
and I'll listen to the Backstreet Boys
watch reruns of old sitcoms
nobody likes no more
'cause if we all forget
where we came from
then who are we?
❛ ━━・❪ ❁ ❫ ・━━ ❜
There's a very specific tune I sing this one to in my head. Hope you like it, whatever tune you hear.
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