you're throwing up and fast. you're probably stuck in a body cast. windmills made of paper and grass. you threw a rock at the thrown , you gotta leave well enough alone. building us a permanent home, everyone needs a place where they can go.
television, little truck. I got the key but the wheel is stuck. all those half-rules, I'll bend them for you.
you're going uphill slow. you got a head full of melted snow. candle for the afterglow , it's only a paper moon you know.
as my vision doubles up, I went to call but my quarter stuck. all those high fools, I blame them too. easy