There’s not an egg too hard that you can’t crack. There’s not a
You’ll never know the stair case, unless you talk to it. You’ll never be
A merry-go-round dances in a pretty pink dress, and I’m dreaming
A million mirrors go into making a warm cup of acid for a baby panda
I’m sitting by myself today, just like I always do. I’m all alone
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,
A few days ago, you told me that you loved me. I have yet
I want to get high, cause I’m feeling low. I want to feel
I’d like to feel a beautiful flower against my skin. It’s funny how roses
I am the child, who sits alone. I write dreams, that
I’m peaceful like a dove, or a still pool of water.
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.
I’m a piece of wind, and so I cuddle with
Sarah is losing her mind, feeling stripped of all of her onion rings. Johnny is living in a
Walls of cream, bear a portrait of a bird and his tie.