Sometimes reality seems like a big piece of pie that your not ready to eat.
Sometimes you have to imagine your banging your head against a brick wall that will smother into teeny weeny pieces.
Sometimes you have to rub your head and your eyes and bite your shoulder and suck in your stomach.
Mi gusta miel in mi tea et tu?
No honey no money no money no honey
A little bit of music
I will bring you flowers
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Sickness of the heart.
My love is like a sieve.
I still think of you
