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 fuck 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-m'ch?kin off of your stupid balloon face
I'll pop that fuckin' lie if it don't float awayeeeyaay awayeeyaay
I'm in love with my balloon
smoothin' the texture and shapin' the curves for glass 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 shit 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 shantifagadifa makitafa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa f a faf a
kashad and if ta shabita ckrapb
oohooh oohoohooh oohooh oohoohooh
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makitafa fa fa gnu fa fa kinni fa fa fa f a faf a
america kashad and if ta wassup shabita ckrapb