since he’s crooning all of the time,
so I threw him a rusty dime,
for singing songs of yesterday.
These are the games I’m forced to play,
for following only my heart,
and begging for a fresh start—
All those games of yesterday.
Tort’rous dreams of laughing May,
and the silver armor I can’t equip,
and that ocean-buried ship,
the unsinkable S.S Yesterday.
I would vanish it all away,
if I could have the choice.
but I’d still keep your voice—
Oh, that radiant light of yesterday.
I tore down their wedding day,
but don’t feel a bit sorry
for killing the union of Miss Safari
and that foolish Mister Yesterday.
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