The apple wishes to stop pushing, but the apple doesn’t know how to stop
Sunshine covers the cover, joy fills up the space. Ever since he met
Mr. Wood is no good for this world, so he’ll write a goodbye
Look with your hands, at the things you dream. Don’t wake up, or
I’m sitting by myself today, just like I always do. I’m all alone
I don’t want to sit and suffocate inside of my box anymore. I want
I killed the angel who kissed me, and I must confess
I will always be. You can count on me. If there’s anything
I think the ceiling should be swept a little, and kangaroos
How many times does an egg have to say the same thing, before
When I came to you, my dear, it was a pleasant surprise for me.
A merry-go-round dances in a pretty pink dress, and I’m dreaming
Can I sleep next to you? I need to feel secure, and there’s no one
I want to get high, cause I’m feeling low. I want to feel
I hear a girl whisper, when I’m lying in my bed. She talks about