It’s not the shining stars that you use to see the world around you. It’s not the pretty
Tie me to a cup, in the middle of a purple forest.
A merry-go-round dances in a pretty pink dress, and I’m dreaming
A dog sent you a letter, saying hello for the first time. That dog was
The apple wishes to stop pushing, but the apple doesn’t know how to stop
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 snort a line of joy up through my nose using a colorful
All the world’s a stage, but I’m no actor. I can’t play a role,
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,
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.
Can I sleep next to you? I need to feel secure, and there’s no one
Walls of cream, bear a portrait of a bird and his tie.
I’ve got a cherry, and that cherry is mine. I’ve got a rose, and that rose is fine. So close,
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
I killed the angel who kissed me, and I must confess