We should be lovers, cause no one knows what it’s like
At the end of every dark tunnel, there is a brick wall
All the world’s a stage, but I’m no actor. I can’t play a role,
Susan’s a sexy princess, that married me years ago. We met at the
I am the child, who sits alone. I write dreams, that
I want to give up the ketchup, and go take on the
A man sitting on a hill, gazing up at the stars, questioning if
Let there be light, at the end of this eight year tunnel. Don’t let us fall,
You might as well stay in bed, cause you don’t have a
These are the doors that let you step into my fist
Do you know what it’s like to be a sock on the floor? A pair of pants
For the love of sanity, try to be funny and make me laugh.
Mr. Wood is no good for this world, so he’ll write a goodbye
It’s not the shining stars that you use to see the world around you. It’s not the pretty
Lucy, listen to me. You don’t know where you’re headed, or where I’m coming to you