Pasta Aisle

I wanna hide away without the light of day
I'll never need anyone's warmth
I'm glad you're doing well without any of my help
I just would've thought that you would choose North

So close your eyes,
Pretend you're fine
And keep your mood in mind
Or you'll cry in the pasta aisle
Not quite feeling as you were

This has been the winter
That's caused my skin to splinter
It's the toughest skin that's been on my hands
But if we're always in our
Golden years then why's that so unclear?
I never did learn how to dance

So close your eyes,
Pretend you're find, and dance!

Keep your mood in mind
Or you'll cry in the pasta aisle
Not quite feeling as you were

But still time'll continue on
As our distances grow long
It'll totally mess with our plans



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Gracequist
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