Wearing a halo of mist Glowing pink and purple In the afternoon light Sprawling from a hub They gave way to patches of green The wine colored country
Thought I felt a chill Thought an underrated skill A hazard to the emotionally challenged Fibers from a rope In the roughness of your hand you cope With
But it just looks so cold there from the bottom Another part of another ritual Standing in the kitchen, arms are braced against the counter Swallowing
She was standing by her mirror Brushing out her curls and braids That evening had arranged the night before She noticed her pale cheeks As were seen
I didn't get that much sleep last night Starring at the window and the cold moonlight Tossing and a turning on the antique bed The sugar tube and Thomas
Heaven is a disaster And you won't get there any faster Mine is a lazy [Incomprehensible] That's been left out here, in the rumpus Do the shabby thing
Last thought that you think today Has already happened The link between profound and pain Covers you like Sherwin Williams Smokey Joe is broken Drops
When the chimp on the tree Shakes his fist at me You know I love it 'Cause it means that much to me And my nuts knows it's not In a bid to reach the
Cast a fishing net into the stream Contemplate the meaning, calculate the mean There are many here who haven't seen the things I haven't I've seen Like
Every boy is Atlas Every boy eats apples Every boy is an asshole So why do you need them? Why do you need them? In a t-shirt blue, did he feel so cruel
There's still time To undo the fade There's still time To fill the bag with raid There's still a coat There's still a hat What mortals do There's still
They say you walk around As if a ghost had crossed your path And turned into a reading material And as it happens to be chosen From the torn or taffeta
Bent the hose to stop the sprinkler Hosin' off the sidewalk What does it say Your fucking sunny day Is it not supposed to if and when The deep down bends
Well, I wanna be held Yeah, I wanna be cuddled I wanna find me a real nice girl With a nice little butt oh Neighborhood's getting better and I'm moving
You're a superstar in France You've got everything I want You've got all those quirky girls I was born to change the station Pretty soon the dream is
When things blink just right Like they're blinking here tonight From the corner of my eye They came to be Tell your trouble to Someone stuck here just
You crawled away from me. slipped away from me. I tried to keep a hold, but there was nothing I could say. you slid and crept away and there was nothing
She was neat I was worried about the holocaust Rather uncomfortable But not unusual It was great She said it was easy reading Those busy pictures They