they don't say three anymore. not even four.

A garden ridden with weeds In an antique chest adorned with yellow velvet and blue gems

You light up my world but suddenly

there is a well in my chest it's is full of water and nearly spilling

Walk me to the woods show me your smile

i can eat trees and i can eat mountains

you are like a warm towel fresh out of the dryer you are like that sip of water that hits the back of the throat just right

you are like a warm towel fresh out of the dryer you are like that sip of water that hits the back of the throat just right

your scales are shiny but rough my food delicious and poisonous

the thought of you is like the thought of if i left the stove on. if i see you even once, you stick in my mind like a mouse in an inhumane glue trap.

hold your breath maybe then you won't cry

Have you ever seen a flower field? I assure that you haven't seen one quite like where i stand

You are made of stardust. You shine so brings in the presence of any darkness.

if the sun stopped shining the flowers would wilt

i will coat you in woolen worry a soft sorry full of regret