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Greasy Little Fingers

Greasy little fingers from greasy onion rings,
remember all those simple things?

We got married under a willow tree,
me and you, you and me.

I fell asleep on a hay bale,
the hay that fed our horses, later put up for sale.

Grass stains on blue jeans,
from playing soccer beneath the trees.

Hot cocoa with six marshmallows exact,
huddled in a blanket to keep our body heat intact.

A toe swirling mud beside the river,
fried on the shore trout for dinner.

Snow inside our cowboy boots,
we all wore boots, our down-home roots.

Got hit in the nose with a football that year,
yelled and tackled, while they all cheered.

Do you remember all the little things from our past?
Remember how we thought our fun would forever last?
We thought we were invincible, nothing could stop us,
so we did reckless things, got covered in dust.

I've forgetten all the small stuff,
I haven't remembered enough,
I forgot your face,
forgot how I always won the race.

So now, I try to remember all the litle things,
concert tickets and Pop-Rock wedding rings,
but I'm no longer able to,
I bet it's cause I don't have you.

I've made a choice to remember the small stuff now,
like how my mom sings terribly (ow),
and how he calls me baby,
and how he appears so slowly and so faintly,

how my dad can crack the most offensive jokes, yet not offend anyone,
how my day is never actually done,
how I love books, how I love sleep,
how I love cows, how I love sheep,

how my favorite words that he says are I love you,
how my favorite response is I love you too,
how I love music and couldn't live without it,
how no matter how hard I try, I will never fit,

how I don't fight without a reason,
and if you ask me, I don't remember the definition for treason,
how I love the rain and sunsets,
how I never really get enough rest.

It's the little things, and I'm trying to not forget them today,
because without them, what else can I say?
Give me back my childhood with all those simple things,
the fairytales of princesses and kings.

I want it back, I want to take it all back,
don't stand against me, you don't know jack.

I want my greasy little fingers from onion rings,
I want to remember all my simple things.