I hate to play the jealous one,
with her pretty pistole on her head...

These little tremors shaking through her
Are causing earthquakes in her heart...

An amber melody cresendoing, washing over her
She is getting burned whenever she touches the...

Big bright red balloons
tethered to the grass...

Ever wonder if you're crazy?
How the room spins just for you...

If I died tonight
what would you say...

I thought i wasn't alone
but these little designs...

Tears rip acid tracks down my cheeks,
perfectly imperfect slopes...

Twirl a little faster, sunshine,
and hold your head up high...

O, Little Brother
how many mistakes you make...

Resting
hidding in a cloud...

I don't know when
these words...