lyrics

[indiainklives]

thanks for pointing out that mess
i would have never seen it
if you hadn't told me about it
an unstable pile of books
on the back table of a library
it's my job to clean
i swear to uphold the order of
the shelves
and keep dirt away from white pages
I don't really care about
those white pages
give me a yellowed leather-bound
friend any day
they know how to pass the years
next to each other
i want to grow yellow with you