i saw a green turtle, looking at the ground told him to get up and look around the cloud is coming anyways we will all hear beautiful whisping, hey hey sometimes both our eyes are blue but then i realize, the water is blue too the cloud is coming anyways we will all hear beautiful whisping, hey hey and i am looking at the far side of your brain and i see sugar plums falling with the rain there is dirt on the ground but only underneath the grass and i will know you are forgotten saw a couple of donkeys, sitting all alone by the sidewalk, and the porch of your pine cone the cloud is coming anyways we will all hear beautiful whisping, hey hey

i am looking at my windshield wipers instead of the road i was thinking how you called me a viper and i drove away my face turned into the sun and it burned the rope connecting my head to yours and i swallowed a hole there is a jar of rainwater waiting for my back home covered by a blue blanket that's made out of your bones it will evaporate and cover my skin i will not wipe it off, but rather roll around in it im goana cut my self lose im going to release all the animals from the zoo im going to arrange myself a noose im going to ask you why am i the leprechaun over the rainbow?

Reach into the ocean and pull you out Or I could pretend that I never heard you shout I could come back someday And find out what will happen to me I could pull the moon down from the sky And the day that chickens learn to fly I will hop on their wings, And they will let me out Some say the earth is an egg that is defected and dead And the moon just hasn’t quite hatched yet When it does they will leave And be sent by the sun to bed Struck me on the head Brain cells floating ‘round your bed But you can’t sleep because you know, You’ll soon be dead I could never see Why you were always chasing after me My imagination as you can see, Is nothing more than fiction Yellow birds were once hiding in each painting Now their down in the mines, waiting just waiting For another crack in the wall, Their walls soon crack around them Back when neighbors made a carpet out of the ground Well he knocked me around, that’s how I learned to see each sound Now I can’t hear the sweet sound Or her voice in the night When they fly off, I won’t stand to But I will make enough room for you I hope you’re ready, for what the birds are goanna tell you Throw your hand to me, What are you waiting for? Look at the wings What are you waiting for? I could never see Why you were always chasing after me My imagination as you can see Is nothing more than fiction Struck me on the head Brain cells floating ‘round your bed But you can’t sleep because you know, You’ll soon be dead Look at the wings, what was I waiting for I’m staring at the ground, followed by the sky What was I waiting for?

they confiscated everything so i hear little whispers of my toys and chirping peepers calling me back to them so i will jump into a dumpster on a friday night and listen for my sweet singing trash its my trash and im responsible for all the times i crashed i crashed in your barnhouse and i coughed the water away i found my peepers lost in a cloud forgotten now for days ive been lost with them for a while in the darkling haze but hey, cloud they can be found so i will jump into a dumpster on a friday night and listen for my sweet singing trash its my trash and im responsible for all the times i crashed i crashed in your barnhouse and i coughed the water away you are sturdier than a rock and your mouth is always moving but when i meet you in the haze your body will decay so i will jump into a dumpster on a friday night and listen for my sweet singing trash its my trash and im responsible for all the times i crashed i crashed in your barnhouse and i coughed the water away