Well all that ever wasn’t, was for sale
Until they sold it off the back of you
So when you see it in a book shop
Don’t obscure what you recognize is true
And if the colors in the camera don’t look sharp
Is it because you had a manic view?
And if the colors in the camera don’t look sharp
Does it make the past feel blue?
Oh girl, you never made decisions
Seen on sight you saw
Like a flock of little lambs
For dinner mug about the straw
You dug us all
The neighbors never noticed anything
As you were brighter than the girl next door
But did you savor and to shoulder everything
Like there’s flavor left galore
So when you see it at the bus stop
Don’t be shocked
’cause to the residents it’s nothing new
When you see it at the bus stop
Don’t feel mocked
When it makes the past feel blue
Oh sure you never wanted to be seen among the straw
It was pure if you could manage this
The sheen despite the flaws
You dug us all

INVIA LE CORREZIONI