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 leavesYou 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 againIt'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 leavesWords and music by Scott Yoho ©2005 Auto Order Music (BMI)