I’m going
To grow old
Like
The lady
With all the cats
Except my roommates
Will be all my
Handwritten notes
Of what I said
Of what I want to say
And I don’t want
To throw them all away
Because they mean
Something to me
I’m going
To grow old
Like
The lady
With all the cats
Except my roommates
Will be all my
Handwritten notes
Of what I said
Of what I want to say
And I don’t want
To throw them all away
Because they mean
Something to me