It is a tree that melts, and gushes down a hill. It is a
I killed the angel who kissed me, and I must confess
He’s an imaginary man, who lives inside of my dreams. He smokes grass in
Hell must think Jessica is sexy, because it’s attracted to her like a moth
Walls of cream, bear a portrait of a bird and his tie.
I close my eyes, and see a million pages flying around
Find a place to hide, and hide yourself away from the world.
If you can hear me, I want to tell you that me and the Hippies have a similar
I hear a girl whisper, when I’m lying in my bed. She talks about
The dog doesn’t want to be in love with the cherry.
The rain man painted a picture, but the picture he created was
Watch your step coming down from the stars, and remember to keep
I snort a line of joy up through my nose using a colorful
A stream that runs into a blanket, falls into a cloudy dream. A picture that
I perish in the sand, as the ball rolls away. I have nothing in my hand, and nothing in my mouth. It’s a dark cloud,