Fool's Gold

The space beside the yellow chair is hot. The drawing I made yesterday was good. I wonder if the laughter suits you well. I'm better but it's still too soon to tell. It's just my imagination. Some automatic friction. It's just some kind of fool's gold selling me out To cash in on a rainy day. Maybe you're out singing with your friends In some uptown bar with marigolds and ice. I get dizzy when I think about that place Where It's hard to lay down, but you don't think twice. It's just my imagination. Some automatic friction. It's just some kind of fool's gold selling me out To cash in on a rainy day. Are the windmills the same as they were yesterday? Sometimes it snows in October. It's alright. It's OK. It's over. It was just my imagination. Some automatic friction. I T's just some kind of fool's gold selling me out To cash in on a rainy day.