Magda Baker - Timbit Dreamz

The only time I get to think
Is on the Calgary Transit
The only place I feel at home is a
Place that I can't go to no more
And I'm sorry
For all that I said
Sorry that I told you that you'd be better off dead
But I'm not sorry for loving you, old friend
Now I'm waiting in the timmies line
My best friend by my side
I get to save a little money
Cause I don't have to buy you a coffee
Which took triple sugar
I don't know how that tastes good to you
Cause I was the sweet one, you said
Timbit dreams floating 'round in my head
The drive through line is far too long
And I'm just so sick of waiting
Cause I waited for years for you to come around
But my feet are on the ground now
And I don't wait around anymore
So we parked the car and walked right in through the doors
Morning Tim's keeps my bank account poor

Written by:
Magdalene Worobets

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