Holes

You poked holes in the lid of my jar
Tossed in some stuff I can't eat
You thought you would keep me around, but I
Needed more than just a few leaves

You put me up on a shelf
And went off to play with your friends
(Now I'm) Stuck all alone in this jar, and I
Long to be with my kind again

It's all full of holes, all full of holes, I've got to fly

You poked holes in the lid of my jar
Tossed in some stuff I can't eat
You thought you would keep me around, but I
Needed more than just a few leaves

Words and music by Scott Yoho ©2005 Auto Order Music (BMI)


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