I think the ceiling should be swept a little, and kangaroos
It’s time for clocks to sing, and cats to fly. It’s time for
Susan’s a sexy princess, that married me years ago. We met at the
For the love of sanity, try to be funny and make me laugh.
I don’t have a life, so I might as well get high. Cats never love
I’m a piece of wind, and so I cuddle with
These are the doors that let you step into my fist
I’m sitting by myself today, just like I always do. I’m all alone
The apple wishes to stop pushing, but the apple doesn’t know how to stop
A merry-go-round dances in a pretty pink dress, and I’m dreaming
A man sitting on a hill, gazing up at the stars, questioning if
A glass is empty, sitting on the kitchen counter, or it’s broken all
I don’t like the waves, that crash down over me.
At the end of every dark tunnel, there is a brick wall
I want to get high, cause I’m feeling low. I want to feel