Diary

Tangerines There's a whole in my pocket That's why I don't keep lose change There's a soul I've been saving I hope its locked in safe I don't want to be broke I sell blades for a living Can I read you a story? 'I wonder if that's okay, I guess Well don't judge I'm not a good storyteller There's still more that I have to say', I said So I told her my mystery And she didn't hear a word I said so I walked away slowly And guess who called me back Raymond, tangerines Of course he gave me tangerines There was never a day That I didn't pray For my Raymond and tangerines So why'd you come here my old friend? You put me back to sleep Tangerines, you put me back to sleep I knew you'd hunt me down But I thought you would leave Before me I knew you'd come around To put me back to sleep Tangerines.