Souvenirs - Star Parks

I’ll throw a letter down

I’ve got an attic full of better days

Sun films, rejections on the walls

Of people passed away

How are you

I think the world it might be ending soon

I hope it’s enough

Enough to get you through to where you’re going

All your little keepsakes

Are piling up around you like a cage

Ordinary is too hard

Contentinetal postcards along the way

But you gave yourself away

And you laid around for days

And now all you gotta say

Is I hope you die of fall that cherub way