My lover, I've been donating. Time to review. All the misinterpretations. That define me and you. . I'm thinking about you. In my secret language. Because I know you're the only one.
The celebration has ended. And now no one will compare. I'll be searching for you in everyone. But you won't be there. No, you won't be there. No, you won't be there.
Everybody does the same things. Everybody's the same. Everyone that is 'cept for my friend Nicki Lighthouse. She is from the jungle and has never rode a bike.
You clean the bathroom. and I do the dishes. I water the lawn. and you feed the fishes. What a neat little domestic life that we live. . You change the light bulb and I hold the ladder.
Nickee Coco woke up early one Tuesday morning and decided to go for a walk in the tomato field behind her house. As she was walking along she saw a magnificently tall invisible tree and decided to climb up on it. She found the foliage covered branches so comfortable that she fell fast asleep. She was still asleep when nightfall came and her mother became frantic with worry. She ran from house to house asking everyone she saw if they had seen Nickee or knew where she was. Soon the whole town was aware of Nickee's disappearance and they immediately started the search..
I know what it says about me, that i hate myself less for what i did to you and more. For what has become of us. Naturally i'm anxious and unstable knowing i'm lost to my best friend though i see.