Mr. Wood is no good for this world, so he’ll write a goodbye
I will always be. You can count on me. If there’s anything
I don’t like the waves, that crash down over me.
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,
I hear a girl whisper, when I’m lying in my bed. She talks about
Does the sun want to stay for the moon? The moon would gladly stay for the sun. Like the sky,
You are a star, and I love everything you are, but you’re hard to
The apple wishes to stop pushing, but the apple doesn’t know how to stop
He’s an imaginary man, who lives inside of my dreams. He smokes grass in
It’s not the shining stars that you use to see the world around you. It’s not the pretty
Johnny lost a lover, his dearest friend. Johnny’s eyes
The rain man painted a picture, but the picture he created was
I want to give up the ketchup, and go take on the
How many times does an egg have to say the same thing, before
I’m in love with sad numbers that make rain drip down my round pumpkin.