And nothing you say can change that, issa fact
My youth was still intact when we laid there on the couch at birthday party
Near but distant, close yet far
And I still don the scars of what we lost but a year ago
And it's all good, I don't mean to bring it up, but it's something you should know
Hickory, dickory, dock, keep your eye on the clock
When that shit strikes one a mouse runs down
Like he has somewhere to be
Poor thing
Wonder what's got him so shook
Tiny boy
