Oh Little Quick Forgetter Pt. 3
In painful shoes, you'll stand, until you're fit to sit.
As your leg learns its limp, and your back takes its crook.
You weren’t well liked, just familiar.
And we used you for your pool table.
You were named a supernumerary.
You came back home, and the lights was on.
The oven was on, and all of the faucets was on.
And in the garage the car was running.
And when you stood in the Dutch door,
we closed the other half.