Pumpkin Mold

Hiding your cigar butts
Eating too many Almond nuts
You've got nine in a row and you better strikeout

Stopped dead at a green light
Tryna skate at twilight
Tasting the grime from the percolator spout

Winter time, it's dark at four
Sleeping on your back, sinus snore
Being way too into gore

Running out of things to say
Forgetting 'bout Pearl Harbor day
An old garage sale blu-ray

Celebrating drug abuse
Ive still never seen a moose
Here comes another birthday

Feeling like a windbag
Your eyes are starting to sag
Ignoring all the red flags

Time will eventually find its foothold
You can always plan on pumpkin mold



Credits
Writer(s): Maxwell Unrath
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