These lips are simply lips,
they smile just for you...

Rainbows always have bad days,
they glitter in the light...

Squinting my tired eyes shut,
covering my ears, 'cause they bleed...

Write myself this lullaby
of cotton candy clouds...

Chewing on the wires
of a backwards pantomime...

Sing me a song through a seashell
of the world in a glass bottle rocking on...

Retreating into that corner of her head
((you know that dark and dusty place...

There's so many things I could write
about the days that are grey and the dismal, black...

What lies beneath the cherry tree?
Oh, darling, don't you know...

Today is just a day,
aren't they all...

Someday I'll be the gasoline
running through your cars...

Slit your wrists,
cut my tongue...