These are the doors that let you step into my fist
I remember when I was your age. A little boy who dreamed of growing up. Don’t worry, child. That day is
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,
How many times does an egg have to say the same thing, before
Happiness grows on trees, and the sky bleeds water. We flood the streets, as we kiss the yellow sun. Let’s run in cans,
I want to get high, cause I’m feeling low. I want to feel
I don’t have a life, so I might as well get high. Cats never love
Fly through a wall, and land in a river. Feel the ray of the sun, and respond with a shiver.
I would wrap my loving arms around you and hold you through the night.
I’m in love with sad numbers that make rain drip down my round pumpkin.
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.
Green sun, won’t you kiss me? Purple cloud, is what I am to you. Let’s cross the bridge,
I am the child, who sits alone. I write dreams, that
Walls of cream, bear a portrait of a bird and his tie.
I have no energy to make love today, but I will make love to you anyway. You’re such a