Static from the radio,
it's all just lights and sounds...

It's ok, I was just dreaming
of a someday off in neverland...

All the flowers are now dead,
those ones you cut at the stem...

Today is eight months, two days,
if I counted that right...

There's a place
down beneath the legs of the pier...

Confession: I don't feel well,
terrified of the dreams...

My eyes feel heavy from the rain,
dew drops falling from my eyes...

To my phat rodent,
from your fuzzy wuzzy bear...

I tend to mistake my shadow as my best friend
when I turn around and see the light...

I can hear your smile,
i love to hear that sound...

What ifs and maybes
to paint the sky green...

Stars in the sky,
songs in the cloud...