Cool-Aid Memories

Sipping my cool-aid
Listening to some tunes
Typing on my typewriter
But thinking of you

Frustration at ink
Butterscotch at hand
And an old picture
To remind me hold on

Silly faces and laughs
Yesterday is now my past
In five minutes my future
I'm with you at last

Remedy sweet remedy
Carry me away
How could I have been so blind
To love's sweet sublime?

One more sip of cool-aid
The radio batteries dead
Memories of you
Now echo in my head