Every finger in the room is pointing at me. I want to spit in their faces then I get afraid what that could bring. I got a bowling ball in my stomach, I got a desert in my mouth.
So don't give me respect. Don't give me a piece of your preciousness. Flaunt all she's got in our old neighborhood. I'm sure she'll make a few friends.
Maybe I didn't like hear. But I still can't believe Speed Racer is dead. So then I thought I'd make some plans. But fire thought she'd really rather be water instead.
Never was a cornflake girl. Thought it was a good solution. Hanging with the raisin girls. She's gone to the other side. Giving us the yo heave ho. Things are getting kind of gross.
Clouds descending. I'm not policing what you think and dream. I run into your thought from across the room. Just another trick, can I weather this?. .
Caught a lite sneeze. Caught a light breeze. Caught a lightweight lightning seed. Boys on my left side. Boys on my right side. Boys in the middle and you're not here.
China all the way to New York. I can feel the distance getting close. You're right next to me but I need an air plane. I can feel the distance as you breathe.