yesterday we had a fist full of tears
yesterday we coloured it with kool aid
and the monsters started to disappear
yesterday we said hello to god
she smiled at us from her pram
and as god waved our problems seemed so far away
but that is the irony, the irony of memory
that is the agony, the agony of memory

yesterdays became yesterdays became yesterdays
promises became promises became lies
we ran out of kool aid and the tears never stopped
the monsters came back and the fears laughed at us
and we drowned
because it’s the irony in memory
we always drown in what we remember

(c) 2017 Allen wolfie Simpson