Down the long sidewalk
Towards the bone yard I trot...

Taking the world hand-in-hand
Standing on top of the world...

I walk down the halls
With a smile on my face...

I've never felt much more than your finger to my...
But I can feel the warmth of your embrace...

Everything to art and nothing to academia.
And yet, our art is considered part of it all...

I wish I had some way
to express what I feel inside...

I can't even concentrate now
with you across the room...

**Sorry it's so super-long. It's my longest one in...
It's dark, and I hear the owl...

Sparkling chests all in a line
creatures from another time...

My eyes are red and puffy.
My throat is burning and sore...

The rain starts to pour.
Oh, poor me...

High above the world
Green and Black and Brown...