10/15

I’m coming down with something
I’m coming down with you —
I’m counting the days until
I won’t have to project your face onto a peach
I see it clearly now
The times ahead, the times we had
I am back at the gate where we used to wait
For the train to take us home
Give it 10 or 15 years
And it will be forgotten
Remind me of the better days when I’m down
But I will be deaf
I see you everywhere
I stare into thin air —
Where is the filter that spares me the ugliness
Of these conflicted memories
Just give it 10 or 15 years
And it will be forgotten
Remind me of the better days when I’m down
But I will be deaf
All we will get out of this
Are miserable kids, let them eat cake
My mind’s a cloud
It was all gone before I could appreciate
Just give it 10 or 15 years
And it will be forgotten
Remind me of the better days when I’m down
But I will be deaf
Just give it 10 or 15 years
And it will be forgotten
Remind me of the better days when I’m down
But I will be deaf