Seven Year Stitch

No one could tell how it started but each one can tell you how it may end

No one denies that he saw it coming from miles and miles away

Nobody actually bought it

She scratched and she screeched while we stood there and played

Everyone seemed to ignore it

A pat on the back, just to wipe the decay

Why wasn't I alerted? Please do not feed it and don’t lay it flat

Memories used and defected

I can't find the invoice and I can’t take it back