Happiness grows on trees, and the sky bleeds water. We flood the streets, as we kiss the yellow sun. Let’s run in cans,
It’s not the shining stars that you use to see the world around you. It’s not the pretty
A steel boot is lodged into a painting drawn by an ape. Airplanes circle a
A glass is empty, sitting on the kitchen counter, or it’s broken all
I have a puppet for all the clowns who make me laugh.
A merry-go-round dances in a pretty pink dress, and I’m dreaming
The rain man painted a picture, but the picture he created was
Hell must think Jessica is sexy, because it’s attracted to her like a moth
Green sun, won’t you kiss me? Purple cloud, is what I am to you. Let’s cross the bridge,
Do you know what it’s like to be a sock on the floor? A pair of pants
I’m a piece of wind, and so I cuddle with
He’s an imaginary man, who lives inside of my dreams. He smokes grass in
Look with your hands, at the things you dream. Don’t wake up, or
I close my eyes, and see a million pages flying around
Jake is a boy. Megan’s a girl. She is the one, who rocks his world. She makes waves,