I sing of a new carol Which starts silly giggles As a speeding blue carriage Runs merrily through the dark.
You know, I miss you both Like I miss my childhood blanket That I wonder idly about.
I was born of the Virgin Mary, Given life to rid earth of evil. Blood on my hands, Dirt on my hands, I’m akin with Christ Himself.
Never give up on love, Though I’ve died a thousand times Just waiting. And I’ve hoped in the rain. So many times
Like Augustus, I fear oblivion When I should pass.
I lost my innocence On a king-sized sheet With four posters And the two of us. Just the two of us
Spring into fall, And we’ve all hit a wall. Love comes quickly. Sometimes, it grows. Summer, then rain,
I live inside my head Where soft flurries spin, And there’s a rise of warm water b… I live inside my head Where spikes stick out
But I’m still a kid Only don’t tell my dad that. He’ll say, no, you’re not a kid And you haven’t been a kid in a lo… I guess that when I cry,
He thinks I’m pretty And maybe too witty, That I was worth the fight. He claimed he’s so glad. I’m the best he’s ever had.
Flurries in India: Nothing’s impossible If life is a string Pulling me along.
Things I wish I could say Would be I miss you, I love you, I want to be with you,
I feel under-appreciated. Isn’t that vain to say? That might just be my Napoleon co…
The blur of lighted cars Flying in a flurry down The highway at night Soothes me in the Most unorthodox way.
I died on Tuesday. My soul floated up Above my milky corpse, And I smiled. I saw my family,
