Stuck In Today
Of a different time,
I’m sure I’ve been left behind.
I’d rather have been left,
all the souls I could have met.
They’re no longer here,
well some are, but
their end is near.
What will become
of all of us,
when morality we cannot trust?
I refuse to understand,
understand today.
The things some people say,
the way young people play.
How is nothing sacred?
And music full of hatred?
To know the love
of a swing song,
to be back where I belong.
To see things in black and white,
I think that’s when I’d feel right.
Please bring me back to the place,
where things just started to become fast paced.
I know I’ve left behind a trace
of where I’m from, just in case,
I could go back to how I lived.
It’s not certain if I ever did.
But in my thoughts I sang at night
in a lounge with smoke,
and dim lights.
My vintage heart won’t let me stay,
but I’m stuck here, in today.
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