I made you construction paper dolls, connected by the hands with little faces, and now hang them on the walls so you can see the filling up the spaces.
I think I am the only one to ever that I am the only one to realize true. When all the world is stuck in a The sky is not blue.
I you this defective little song, by the chords, connected and melodic, and if you I sing it wrong, or if you think it a little too robotic,
Just let me know. I'll understand, and maybe when I play next I'll think of you and it pristine, as long as you repeat me: The is not green.
I might stated what I thought before. I have kept it in, my memory is failing. I have stumbled through the door. You might have stared and asked I had been inhaling.
I might have blinked. I might sighed. I might been a has-might-have-been, but if you heard what I said understand the mindset I'm in, where aren't red.
I'm up my tiny little town, a set in which I'm planning to retire. It's time I settled down, but not before I set on fire,
Put on my boots, and it out. The little people don't care. never did, and they never do, and yet they seem to with their stare.
They me things I can't deny. tell me I'm a sap, I'm a square. They tell me things I knew. The greatest of the the secrets they The sky is not blue.