I’ve grown too old.
What we can do together is cold.
A match like bread and mold.
But then again, who would ever know?
Voices in my head
From sunrise till it’s time for bed
And if I remembered what someone said
Stop them or you’ll be dead
Reaching another fork in the road
I look around, and found this toad
He said, “You’ve got a real load”
I thanked him, like we had our own code
Against me was this early breeze
I turned away, but it made me sneeze
I saw the sunrise, afar, and with a squeeze
To my stomach, I feel to my knees
I looked around and I was alone
Time to wash away my sins; atone
I looked for a number on my phone
There’s only one number, I should’ve known
And now, maybe I should walk on my own.
