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
Would you still love me, if I went crazy and lost my
Does the sun want to stay for the moon? The moon would gladly stay for the sun. Like the sky,
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.
Hell must think Jessica is sexy, because it’s attracted to her like a moth
All the world’s a stage, but I’m no actor. I can’t play a role,
Rain falls up into the sky, while the trees turn to ash and blow away
Walls of cream, bear a portrait of a bird and his tie.
The egg fell while trying to put his pants on. He cried out in
A shoe has dropped into the field, and left a kite wide open. A letter has been
Mr. Wood is no good for this world, so he’ll write a goodbye
I think the ceiling should be swept a little, and kangaroos
A steel boot is lodged into a painting drawn by an ape. Airplanes circle a