and i've been waiting on the sun to rest in my palms
big ol' tangerine burns never hurt at all
touch the moon with tippy-toes
reflections in your eyeballs
who'd you think i was? even i don't know
well i've heard better jokes before but this one just don't get old:
MY LIFE IS ALL.
terror on horizon, shape of sugar plums
rush of blood to my head, melting of ear drums
whispers in the darkness, little house of moonlight
holding hands so tightly, fingers work while the gun's fighting
god wrote me a letter that he told me not to read so i jumped off a cliff just to see what he'd said
i fell right down to the bottom
i conked my head wide open.
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