even when ice creams taste like sun
that's been waiting on the moment too far gone
love your soldiers but steal the gun
when eye screams taste like
the appletrees don't find themselves
you look like a juicebox
the wires and the kites play hell
you look just like a juicebox
sleep all day, never grow old, dream all night, never remember
spread my wings. i'm a bird stuck inside a man; fingertips instead of claw hands.
naïve like a monster, trippin' balls on moonstars, perhaps an intervention from all this hopeless wishing.
WHOA OH WHOA OH
and we're all in the backyard in folding lawn CHAIRS!!
take your feet and talk them into yourself
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