Birthday

A clown has gone around and taken everything from My house. He painted my piano different Colors just to keep you around. The things about what I don't know, Black ribbon circles across The schemes in my head, The schemes in my head. It was your birthday. It was your birthday. It was your birthday. It was your birthday. All along you came to me and sold us Things. I don't know why you're not gonna keep me Here. It's not the same with you in there playing Your piano in our blue chair. I don't understand what's left, And I don't Care. You want your birthday. You want your birthday. You Want Your birthday. You want your birthday. Was your birthday. It was birthday. It Was birthday. It Your Steps deep back down across. The smell of last time was folk. Crowded carnival swing. Clown has gone around. Instead, You lived under. Clown has gone around. Instead, You lived under. The smell time was Folk. It was your birthday. It It was your birthday. It was your birthday. It was your birthday. It was your birthday. It was Your birthday. It was your Birthday