Seven Year Stitch

No one could tell how it started but each one can tell you how it may end
No one denies that he saw it coming from miles and miles away
Nobody actually bought it
She scratched and she screeched while we stood there and played
Everyone seemed to ignore it
A pat on the back, just to wipe the decay
Why wasn’t I alerted? Please do not feed it and don’t lay it flat
Memories used and defected
I can’t find the invoice and I can’t take it back