Pneumatic Ramblings

[sheepshagger]

The lungs are filled, and overflowing
Mama is pushing her away
Knowing the end is near for the insignificant

We're all going to die, some sooner
Cuddling her closer to me
My tears fall incessantly for this twinkie

We're going down baby! Hold on!
I cant blame her for trying
We could have been better somehow my love

Another lawn ornament is on the way, wait up.
Pleasant day, except for the smell
Mama, I need a hug now please. Keep me warm

I call her sweetheart, my darling
There's no stopping her
Drowning in her own despair sweetheart