I’m in love with sad numbers that make rain drip down my round pumpkin.
I would wrap my loving arms around you and hold you through the night.
That flower is pretty, so follow the sun as long as it takes
A steel boot is lodged into a painting drawn by an ape. Airplanes circle a
Walls of cream, bear a portrait of a bird and his tie.
All the world’s a stage, but I’m no actor. I can’t play a role,
Don’t waste your juice box, Mr. Turtle. Turn around and face the
A man sitting on a hill, gazing up at the stars, questioning if
I’m sitting by myself today, just like I always do. I’m all alone
At the end of every dark tunnel, there is a brick wall
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…
Happiness grows on trees, and the sky bleeds water. We flood the streets, as we kiss the yellow sun. Let’s run in cans,
It’s not the shining stars that you use to see the world around you. It’s not the pretty
The world has it’s disillusions, and you can’t trust because not
We live in a shoe box, and we can’t get our minds around the