The tired clock's fingers reach,
reach for the stars, reach into space...

Can sweetness kill a girl?
if so, kill me now...

Critisize a little harder,
I know just how that feels...

Dear Future Me;
How does this world seem...

Running through little green fields,
sky so blue, flowers so white...

Darling dearest, the world rushes by,
and you're sitting around watching it...

She climbs up
nice and high...

A specteral light
emenating through fog...

On a moonlit night
summer begins to fad away...

Resting
hidding in a cloud...

It gets really old
this game we're playing...

I see your name
and my stomach knots...