Something old...

I feel like mashed potatoes
and the gravy is about to be pouring in
I look like mashed potatoes
all my energy is wearing thin
I like mashed potatoes
except the ones sitting out all day
I feel like that mashed potato
all cold, old and gray

The most silly and whimsical of thoughts
More precious than anything that could be bought
Is just and simply just the thought of you
And the silly and whimsical things you do

I would if I could
But I no longer can
Whether not I should
And no not ever again
You must have been mistaken
You must have been wrong
It's these lessons that I have taken
On the journey I travel along
I cannot carry you
Or drag you from behind
There is nothing that I can do
Nothing that was ever mine