The ironic thing about us singing that song though - I mean the thing that got me laughing, it wasn't the crooked bend of your pinkies on those keys, and it wasn't that you sung it wrong.
It was that, in the halls during lunch, the day we made $0.35 with those broken hands of yours (and my broken bongos, of course) and all those people were smiling so innocently, I realized we were barely children. I mean it's funny. It is. The cold of life, according to our numerical existence, has yet to truly touch our skin. Of course the guard laughed at us. That song.
It was ironic, but the others didn't know that song, not yet. It was just funny how you did.
It was hilarious.
It was that, in the halls during lunch, the day we made $0.35 with those broken hands of yours (and my broken bongos, of course) and all those people were smiling so innocently, I realized we were barely children. I mean it's funny. It is. The cold of life, according to our numerical existence, has yet to truly touch our skin. Of course the guard laughed at us. That song.
It was ironic, but the others didn't know that song, not yet. It was just funny how you did.
It was hilarious.
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