ayleen valentine – trinket lyrics
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i vacuum
all around my house
and every sunday i find trinkets
they’re all memories i forgot about
i use trinkets to remember the past
like a museum of moments
both happy and sad
i can name a few a sight
like the jacket my father wore right before he died
or when i cut my wrist using that dull kitchen knife
i was sad for the longest time
ghost in the machine
but im gonna die
and youre gonna die
i just hope that by the end of it
even angsty and p+ssed
that i get to 86
with a house full of trinkets
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