Maybe I’m stuck with you
Like paper planes stuck on glue
Maybe I like being stuck with you
Because you are such a view

Feelings of splitting twigs summoning the courageous blossoms
A little lost burning flame walking the path into two way traffic
Getting the idea of a real sunny day from two beautiful birdies
Tugged and pulled, loved and loved some more with melancholy flu

The sun is out, making it perfect for smashing pumping kicks of balloons
The place is cold for puppies waiting to be selected for the sacrifice
Wordings spill out with muses filtering through sponges in the sea
Head and heart drawing a line between nothingness void of non-feelings