Happiness grows on trees, and the sky bleeds water. We flood the streets, as we kiss the yellow sun. Let’s run in cans,
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,
It’s time for clocks to sing, and cats to fly. It’s time for
Let there be light, at the end of this eight year tunnel. Don’t let us fall,
Hell must think Jessica is sexy, because it’s attracted to her like a moth
I snort a line of joy up through my nose using a colorful
The apple wishes to stop pushing, but the apple doesn’t know how to stop
A shoe has dropped into the field, and left a kite wide open. A letter has been
Mr. Peanut, wake up from your day dream. Reality is waiting
I have no energy to make love today, but I will make love to you anyway. You’re such a
Sarah is losing her mind, feeling stripped of all of her onion rings. Johnny is living in a
I am the child, who sits alone. I write dreams, that
Find a place to hide, and hide yourself away from the world.
Mr. Wood is no good for this world, so he’ll write a goodbye
Lucy, listen to me. You don’t know where you’re headed, or where I’m coming to you