Few things infuse a swifter sadness
Than the piped-in sound of
An antiquated, sentimental song
Echoing off the cavernous aisles of
Florescent-lit supermarket shelves
At some ungodly, burdensome hour
Making you wonder,
Where she is now
Few things infuse a swifter sadness
Than the piped-in sound of
An antiquated, sentimental song
Echoing off the cavernous aisles of
Florescent-lit supermarket shelves
At some ungodly, burdensome hour
Making you wonder,
Where she is now