Let there be light, at the end of this eight year tunnel. Don’t let us fall,
I’m a piece of wind, and so I cuddle with
If I had a brain, it would be made of green slime.
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,
I don’t want to sit and suffocate inside of my box anymore. I want
I have a puppet for all the clowns who make me laugh.
I’d like to feel a beautiful flower against my skin. It’s funny how roses
Hell must think Jessica is sexy, because it’s attracted to her like a moth
I killed the angel who kissed me, and I must confess
I’m in love with sad numbers that make rain drip down my round pumpkin.
I had a dream where I looked into a magic mirror and saw
Johnny lost a lover, his dearest friend. Johnny’s eyes
I want to give up the ketchup, and go take on the
She passed me by and made me feel blue. She passed me
The rain man painted a picture, but the picture he created was