She doesn't think she's special, but I know she is And I'm so excited I feel like a litte kid There's something about the way she holds herself Every time I look in her eyes, I begin to melt
She's just a normal girl
There's nothing I like better than seeing her smile my way And when she's gone, I dream of her all day Don't know what she does, it's something I can't explain She's so electric and racing through my brain
Can't put my finger on it, but I just don't feel the same Like the sun cam out in the middle of the pouring rain Sweet little nothings whispered in my ear With her arms around me, I've got nothing to fear
Grind me down on a beach in New Orleans I'll never let you snore Shake like a snake in a clutch of moon shiver Sparkle like a capital floor You and me get cough-y out to see Any bone black we can find Floating underground with your double sugar Smackin' my mind I got a pain in my mug The rain drips and bombs Never gonna fall into bed I've gotta spit out some psalms Like this one Cough-y Gonna fill the cups up Break my habit I'll send you a-shimmer Never gonna hiss me again You and Joe dressed in a steam locomotive You can be my only friends It's been cool just shakin' with you And walkin' in the streetwise light Stumble in the back of my mid We're stayin' cough-y all night
Yelling poems, and some record roars But I keep hearing your voice Hearing you blare through the noise I don't know if I told you But I don't like having a war I don't know if I told you But I don't want Mars anymore
It's just neves and street scenes Garbled talk and beat queens Spill my heart, by butterbean's
Disappointed I will ever be So I called sheep all over Sheep all over sheering me I don't know if you'll take it But I don't feel cold anymore I don't know if you'll save it But I don't break apart anymore
I'm just nerves and styrene Polyglum if I seem Too wound down. O Butterbean.
Hey Lolly, it's a french toast breakfast We're slidin' like a firehouse sundown Feels like I oughta scream some chrome songs Get as brittle as an eight track stone sound
Like a farmer on a never wilt acre You ask me, maybe will never see a spaceman I know what's in that hangar in Ohio: Dinosaur jaws and a lot of sorry glances
On a field trip We won't think about 'em, think about 'em We're where the freeway stretches Out like pop songs On a field trip We won't think bout 'em, thinnk about 'em We'll take a spray can Paint the city like a coffee stiring stick
In the midnight we can walk like aliens Pack our baggage in a red-head suitcase The rainbow is a can of lucky colors Just ignore the drama, haggle with some roosters
I thought you might appreciate The fact of my dream: A few shapes and lines, Skyscrapers flew off. A satellite fell in the center of And broadcast teh fault that i had become But faraway far away You sang next to refrigerators Ate a crabapple And faraway faraway I woke up in a heart With a sign that said drowning
I woried alone: I knew i'd never be king Of some broke rome Fell apart at the knees And i worried today About the number days That i'd really get Before they'd wipe me aweay. But in this world, in this world, So many bright-light people end awhole lot dimmer And in this world, in this world, My very blackest days you could never call tragic.
I wont be anyone with a point or a bullet me drink all my fun from a sea, the bluest one. Break my dish on teh stairs To the stars. i dont care For a blank associate Who wont cry- who will fit I'll never fit, wouldnt dream of it I wont fit never dream of it