Happiness grows on trees, and the sky bleeds water. We flood the streets, as we kiss the yellow sun. Let’s run in cans,
I am the child, who sits alone. I write dreams, that
Look with your hands, at the things you dream. Don’t wake up, or
Watch your step coming down from the stars, and remember to keep
Who are you smiling for, Mr. Happy? Don’t you know you’re on your own? You have no one to
A few days ago, you told me that you loved me. I have yet
Rain falls up into the sky, while the trees turn to ash and blow away
I’m a disabled mush room, who is mentally handicap, and can’t think
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 snort a line of joy up through my nose using a colorful
I look at you, and I feel fine. You are the face
Tie me to a cup, in the middle of a purple forest.
Susan’s a sexy princess, that married me years ago. We met at the
I could never hide, cause you know… all too well. You’d see through my disguise, and… be able to tell. You know my heart, and all of it’s
The apple wishes to stop pushing, but the apple doesn’t know how to stop