There’s some bad weed going through the City; I can see it in the eyes, they look like mine.
Also, they’ve got the brown fingernails.

(rain down!)

I’m talking too loud, I’m touching my head too often I’ve got broccoli in my teeth.

I’m dancing with my left shoulder. Just my left shoulder.

Twilight: the purple flowers glow. I turned on the path and looked at your face.

You were trying to tell me something.

I dropped the toothpick when I tried to take it out of its wrapper.

It disappeared in the darkness that was starting from the ground and working its way up.

Do you know the way to my home?

i'm lost and i'm all alone

i'm lost and i'm all alone