The monsters underneath your bed
They're all just praying for you
I'm alone, I'm alone at a party
In a ghost town,
I wanted to take you to prom
In my ice cream
I'm climbing to the Sun on a cobweb made of
Bobby's got a spacesuit made out of squirrel skin
He's pushing
I woke up in a Lego bedroom
Sleeping in my burlap
In the middle of the car crash,
You turned to me
Last night I was looking for some romance
I went to
Clip-clop happy horse
Giddy-up away from no-no-no
Into ya-ya-ya
Slish-slush
and everybody here is cloud
and everybody here will evaporate
cause you
I've got a broken wing and a grappling hook and
I like my happy hippo-pot-a-mus,
she's sleeping under my, matt-er-us.
She show
These moments are brief
When you can truly say you know
got myself a mission
i'm going to find heaven
i made crepe
(voice recording)
...when i felt the cold coming up
i went "oh
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