If you leave, don’t come back to me. Don’t come back to me,
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.
Walls of cream, bear a portrait of a bird and his tie.
He’s an imaginary man, who lives inside of my dreams. He smokes grass in
A million mirrors go into making a warm cup of acid for a baby panda
Lucy, listen to me. You don’t know where you’re headed, or where I’m coming to you
A man sitting on a hill, gazing up at the stars, questioning if
Green sun, won’t you kiss me? Purple cloud, is what I am to you. Let’s cross the bridge,
I stepped foot into a chain and fell into a snow flake,
A few days ago, you told me that you loved me. I have yet
Blue is in the corner, I can’t stop it from talking. It has a mind of it’s own, I hear it whisper in my ear. Pictures in the sky,
I don’t want to sit and suffocate inside of my box anymore. I want
The egg fell while trying to put his pants on. He cried out in
A stream that runs into a blanket, falls into a cloudy dream. A picture that
I’d like to feel a beautiful flower against my skin. It’s funny how roses