Like a pill to solve the world
A world we make of boys and girls
I'll wait for you
I'll wait for
A mirror in three dimensions hung by a tight rope through a pulley wait for a
Pink portal to a dark cocoon so I can sit and f** around and waste all this
Beautiful potential, cause I know I'm so hot I'm so hot hot
Hotter than a cartoon japonesa with imaginary curves as fake as the world
For look up
Through the blanket of ghosts
The moon is a pulley and IeeeIeeeI
Hold the rope that animates your every move
It is a rope it is a face it is a breath it is a noose it is a
Waiting for the black and white
To overcome me in the night
And I'll wait for you
Waiting for the pouring rain
To rip the papier-máché skin off of your stupid balloon face
I'll pop that f**in' lie if it don't float awayeeeyaay awayeeyaay
I'm in love with my balloon
Smoothin' the texture and shapin' the curves for gla** display
It's tied with string up to the moon
I'll look deep in my mirror's eyes, I'll kiss and consuuuuume
Blanket of ghosts on a parade
But I can't see sh** with all these balloons floatin' like netted
Fish in a sea of sky and
Rain turns depleted soil to clay
That we may feast on clay corn and clay rice and I'm
Ready to laugh or cry (hhhhhhuu)
I'm such a silly guy (hhhhhhuu)
Painting ghost clouds on her face
Wahoooeeeoooaah, whoahohohohohohohohoh
Shaninifa shantif*gadifa makitafa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa f a faf a
Kashad and if ta shabita ckrapb
Oohooh oohoohooh oohooh oohoohooh
Sdlfkjbya
Makitafa fa fa gnu fa fa kinni fa fa fa f a faf a
America kashad and if ta wa**up shabita ckrapb