Mr. Wood is no good for this world, so he’ll write a goodbye
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 would wrap my loving arms around you and hold you through the night.
I don’t want to sit and suffocate inside of my box anymore. I want
I look at you, and I feel fine. You are the face
I have a puppet for all the clowns who make me laugh.
A stream that runs into a blanket, falls into a cloudy dream. A picture that
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,
Fly through a wall, and land in a river. Feel the ray of the sun, and respond with a shiver.
Find a place to hide, and hide yourself away from the world.
I like it when you French me, and take me away. It feels just like a dream, and yo… body makes me Gay. My face lights up like the sun, wh…
You’ll never know the stair case, unless you talk to it. You’ll never be
He’s an imaginary man, who lives inside of my dreams. He smokes grass in
These are the doors that let you step into my fist
I don’t like the waves, that crash down over me.