There’s not an egg too hard that you can’t crack. There’s not a
A man sitting on a hill, gazing up at the stars, questioning if
It’s not the shining stars that you use to see the world around you. It’s not the pretty
Happiness grows on trees, and the sky bleeds water. We flood the streets, as we kiss the yellow sun. Let’s run in cans,
She smashed the window, with a baseball bat. She burned the
It is a tree that melts, and gushes down a hill. It is a
Watch your step coming down from the stars, and remember to keep
Jake is a boy. Megan’s a girl. She is the one, who rocks his world. She makes waves,
The dog doesn’t want to be in love with the cherry.
Right now, we are a very dim star, but before too long our
I’d like to feel a beautiful flower against my skin. It’s funny how roses
I don’t like the waves, that crash down over me.
Tie me to a cup, in the middle of a purple forest.
These are the doors that let you step into my fist
I’m in love with sad numbers that make rain drip down my round pumpkin.