Photo’s of video’s running through my head.
Lost photo ID, no pictures no paintings in the cupboard in my head.
Locked, put away in the coffee can safe, oh no not again.
Put away the sugar video’s in my head.
Lost images locked in the cupboard, melted butter really spreads.
Photo’s of video’s running through my head like outdated milk, coffee creamer instead.
But I like mine black, coca hot and warm.
No paintings or sculptures inside my head, lost photo ID misplaced in my head.
I like mine black, coffee dreamer still in my head.
Like a yoyo inside my head