just a small morsel left on life’s old dinner plate best to savor it oh you might turn up your nose claiming the good parts are gone but i’m licking the plate clean
those melodies that have set the tempo of your life have disappeared into the drumbeats of time you always off tempo enjoying all the missteps you’ve made never regretting the toes you stepped on it was just part of life’s dance anyway they should’ve never asked you to dance in the first place or held your dreams so close to their broken hearts guess that’s why you’ve always worn those steel toed shoes cuz all of life is a construction zone one never knows when the sky will fall crushing the tips of your tomorrows by the way whatever happened to all those old dance cards you held seems you were deserted on the dance floor no one to hold or dream about guess that’s what happens when you happily prefer dancing to the off beat