suds are moving in the brain of door
I switch from coke
and I’m a connoisseur
come lather method in the madness
it seems the festival of sadness
is sinking
and there’s a record
in the mind of a quitter
he don’t give a haircut
in the blind, getting litter
feels so good, told me
Hiawatha
insecurity’s attracting every flirter
see you tomorrow, gnome
there’s a rhythm when
you don’t know what you’re doing
two years to blow away
**
you take me
for granite
when you’re a woman
I get in my pocket for fun
when you shave me again
I will be soda
I wish I could
**
you have turned into a Fred
I can feel you almost sail
closer closer to the tide
licking down his quiet drag
let me hand it off
you set up a berry aisle
Kate, explain how you made me feel
make me feel like cake
everything of everything
just be near your history
don’t you know
I’m funereal
**
call me on the telephone
little baby turtle
that’s when I hear music
so I get off the scale
and my heart will heal
in the wrong direction
oh Christian
more friction
have you ever stopped a rainbow
and the keys to the jailer
want to keep me in check
understand the flower
of a little home
**
I forgot my prayer
summer’s gonna come
I got an ankle to the top of my head
I started climbing from the bottle
I was up by you
a bleeding knot
I want to get straight
but I hit it on turf
remember your house couldn’t bid on mine
little ball of string
I had to change my stroke
I had shunned the terrier