A glass is empty, sitting on the kitchen counter, or it’s broken all
At the end of every dark tunnel, there is a brick wall
A man sitting on a hill, gazing up at the stars, questioning if
If I had a brain, it would be made of green slime.
I’m sitting by myself today, just like I always do. I’m all alone
It’s not the shining stars that you use to see the world around you. It’s not the pretty
I close my eyes, and see a million pages flying around
I don’t want to sit and suffocate inside of my box anymore. I want
Look around you. What do you see? I see apples, and forests of green.
How many times does an egg have to say the same thing, before
Jack never wanted to take the world by force, but sadly that was the only
I snort a line of joy up through my nose using a colorful
A million mirrors go into making a warm cup of acid for a baby panda
It’s time for clocks to sing, and cats to fly. It’s time for
There’s not an egg too hard that you can’t crack. There’s not a