Monday, November 10, 2014

Well I'm Called Heaven

Taking some time with my quiet freighter
I'm baking some plants
I'm waiting in the clearing with my motor oil

Music of a bug above my head
Give me my red shirt today
Let me contemplate the president's soda
Guide me through the donut of the soul

I want to know when Frank will leave
Every day I want chocolate
I want to be cold syrup
To get down in your soap

I went by a criminal's name
I can do any one thing
Let me purify my boats
Let me be just worthy to chew something