I must be glorious
I must be a sight to
I've got bravery that shorts out on me
I see superstars
You win
I quit
I'm certain you let my hands
Wander your
Hooray, Hooray
Here comes the parade
Someday, someday
I'll spit these thoughts o
Trailed by a mess
Of masking tape construction paper
And the
She said, "Lately, fallings been
easy on me..a lot like breathing