I know I posted this before, but since I have some sort of writers block, and a deep desire to be needed, I'm reposting it in the hopes that this time, I get reviewed. (I know, I'm a review whore. What are you going to do about it?)



Broke into a flutist's locker

This is what I used to play

Loosened keys, loosened morals

Loosened pads and loosened teeth

This is what I used to play

Why did you get a small case?

Why is the flute so lightweight?

Why isn't there a law that says instruments must weigh more?

This is what I used to play

Why do you get a trill key?

Why do you get the melody?

These things used to be mine

I guess they are, I want them back

Broke into a flutist's locker

Merely 3 steps from my own

Crowded bandroom, crowd of band kids

And they say that 3's a crowd

This is what I used to play

Why did you get this instrument?

Why did you get it to shine?

Why did I have to break in, this flute used to be mine

This is what I used to play

How is the tuning on the field?

How is it sounding this year?

I held down all the keys and loosened the screws just for fun

I know I don't play this anymore

I have a new section of a sort

They're all right and their tuning's not that bad

I'm happy there

But this is what I used to play

Broke into a flutist's locker

Threw the music on the floor

Only memories, fading memories

Mixing with the valve oil

I want them back