Who are you smiling for, Mr. Happy? Don’t you know you’re on your own? You have no one to
Look with your hands, at the things you dream. Don’t wake up, or
A steel boot is lodged into a painting drawn by an ape. Airplanes circle a
Blue is in the corner, I can’t stop it from talking. It has a mind of it’s own, I hear it whisper in my ear. Pictures in the sky,
I stepped foot into a chain and fell into a snow flake,
I’m a piece of wind, and so I cuddle with
Walls of cream, bear a portrait of a bird and his tie.
The rain man painted a picture, but the picture he created was
I’m in love with sad numbers that make rain drip down my round pumpkin.
A merry-go-round dances in a pretty pink dress, and I’m dreaming
Happiness grows on trees, and the sky bleeds water. We flood the streets, as we kiss the yellow sun. Let’s run in cans,
Jack never wanted to take the world by force, but sadly that was the only
It’s not the shining stars that you use to see the world around you. It’s not the pretty
I will always be. You can count on me. If there’s anything
Mr. Peanut, wake up from your day dream. Reality is waiting