The newest clown

Cries an old type of tears

Watch them fall

There they lie

Crispy, ancient and they leak

Formaldehyde

Going

Going, I'm gone

Go away

Going

His tears they sit

Crusty, rusted in a box

Inside a drawer

Grandpa's news

Fragile words are yellowed through

Forever more

Going

Going, I'm gone

Go away

Going

Sadder than sad

She's feeling bad

Monkey's the one who laughs last

Hold me down

Cut me loose when nighttime falls

And lifts away

I'm a ball

Bouncing off of a brick wall

Into the day

I'm going

Going, I'm gone

Go away

Going, I'm gone

Gone

I am gone, I am gone

Go away

Going