All Stored Inside

Dress me up decent and proper for church with Mary Jane shoes and then folded socks
Then down to the schoolyard with girls jumping rope take your turn don’t miss or
You’ll move to the end of the line

 

At night in your room looking out of the window at fireflies and wishing you
Were out there in the bushes with one two three ready or not
Just the voices as darkness descends

 

Then the cat falls out the window and falls to the ground and lands on his feet
So it’s true that they do that the land on their feet even two stories high
Nine lives after all

 

The rain smell at night patter on the rooftops every day a new start
 No grudges to hold no promises broken good morning again
But it’s all stored inside
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