Hell must think Jessica is sexy, because it’s attracted to her like a moth
Happiness grows on trees, and the sky bleeds water. We flood the streets, as we kiss the yellow sun. Let’s run in cans,
The dog doesn’t want to be in love with the cherry.
I’m peaceful like a dove, or a still pool of water.
We should be lovers, cause no one knows what it’s like
These are the doors that let you step into my fist
Rain falls up into the sky, while the trees turn to ash and blow away
There’s always another option. I could always choose to not care anymore. I mean, being alone isn’t so bad. I don’t need a woman to be happy.
I think the ceiling should be swept a little, and kangaroos
Watch your step coming down from the stars, and remember to keep
At the end of every dark tunnel, there is a brick wall
I snort a line of joy up through my nose using a colorful
I had a dream where I looked into a magic mirror and saw
When I came to you, my dear, it was a pleasant surprise for me.
Mother Mary came to me in a dream, and told me I should get saved. I firmly told her I never would, that I had decided to live my