Nov 20, 2006 10:37
going to the carnival
time for one last ride
before i fall off my bones
into your turpentine
scabs off my knees
regenerate
so i can start fresh again
do you want to know a secret?
we'll you can't
because if it was beknownst to anybody other than myself
it would not be a secret at all
so what's the point of knowing?
i wanna hate you
please, get out of my way
you're all up in my fucking sunshine
a stuffed giraffe
marijuana kisses
the velvet hands of loving lies
star-gazing lilies
and fuckin' tripping billies
and now the part where i say
"i wanna dieee" (nah. i'm good. thanks, tho)
i wanna hate you
please, get out of my way
you're all up in my fucking sunshine
even though i love you
understand me when i say
you're all up in my fucking sunshine
you're all up in my fucking sunshine
you're all up in my fucking sunshine