Susan killed her self today. She wrote a letter saying goodbye to
A million mirrors go into making a warm cup of acid for a baby panda
She smashed the window, with a baseball bat. She burned the
I’m in love with sad numbers that make rain drip down my round pumpkin.
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.
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.
You are a star, and I love everything you are, but you’re hard to
If I had a brain, it would be made of green slime.
I want to get high, cause I’m feeling low. I want to feel
A shoe has dropped into the field, and left a kite wide open. A letter has been
Mr. Peanut, wake up from your day dream. Reality is waiting
I look at you, and I feel fine. You are the face
Right now, we are a very dim star, but before too long our
It’s time for clocks to sing, and cats to fly. It’s time for
Happiness grows on trees, and the sky bleeds water. We flood the streets, as we kiss the yellow sun. Let’s run in cans,