Stale
And sitting on the table
No owner to whisk it away
It became lost and unwanted
Once again alone
Becoming cold
Up, down
Hot, cold
Less and less malleable
Each time, less and less
To receive from
Stale, soon to be thrown
Away
Stale
And sitting on the table
No owner to whisk it away
It became lost and unwanted
Once again alone
Becoming cold
Up, down
Hot, cold
Less and less malleable
Each time, less and less
To receive from
Stale, soon to be thrown
Away