You are an old depressed man, Hope,
Cuddling with a pillow at the corner in my bed under the thin quilt,
Flowery stitched by my mom by her used monocolored saries
Long time ago.
At midnight when thermostat goes down slightly
I open my eyes almost blindly
I feel you are there still like always
"Again old you are"
I hold a grudge down my throat
I over hear your thinking that you are going for fishing next morning
I know it would be the old fisherman's story again
That I used to ignore and get disgusted about
But it's important to decide whether I will share the quilt or not...hush...
Hope, you are an old depressed man.
Cuddling with a pillow at the corner in my bed under the thin quilt,
Flowery stitched by my mom by her used monocolored saries
Long time ago.
At midnight when thermostat goes down slightly
I open my eyes almost blindly
I feel you are there still like always
"Again old you are"
I hold a grudge down my throat
I over hear your thinking that you are going for fishing next morning
I know it would be the old fisherman's story again
That I used to ignore and get disgusted about
But it's important to decide whether I will share the quilt or not...hush...
Hope, you are an old depressed man.
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