Mr. Wood is no good for this world, so he’ll write a goodbye
We live in a shoe box, and we can’t get our minds around the
I killed the angel who kissed me, and I must confess
That flower is pretty, so follow the sun as long as it takes
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,
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,
A glass is empty, sitting on the kitchen counter, or it’s broken all
I will always be. You can count on me. If there’s anything
In time, we get it wrong. And, we can never go back. It’s too far of a climb. We would never make it, even if we tried.
If you can hear me, I want to tell you that me and the Hippies have a similar
Susan killed her self today. She wrote a letter saying goodbye to
The world has it’s disillusions, and you can’t trust because not
Don’t waste your juice box, Mr. Turtle. Turn around and face the
A man sitting on a hill, gazing up at the stars, questioning if