I stepped foot into a chain and fell into a snow flake,
I think the ceiling should be swept a little, and kangaroos
It is a tree that melts, and gushes down a hill. It is a
If you can hear me, I want to tell you that me and the Hippies have a similar
I would wrap my loving arms around you and hold you through the night.
I have a puppet for all the clowns who make me laugh.
Tie me to a cup, in the middle of a purple forest.
Who are you smiling for, Mr. Happy? Don’t you know you’re on your own? You have no one to
A million mirrors go into making a warm cup of acid for a baby panda
A glass is empty, sitting on the kitchen counter, or it’s broken all
A stream that runs into a blanket, falls into a cloudy dream. A picture that
Walls of cream, bear a portrait of a bird and his tie.
It’s not the shining stars that you use to see the world around you. It’s not the pretty
Mother Mary came to me in a dream, and told me I should get saved. I firmly told her I never would, that I had decided to live my
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.