On top of Panda Mountain
I saw the ocean grow
It rose above the trees
It melted all the snow
And oh to my surprise
A watermelon tree
With two pandas embracing it
Shaking like 2 leaves
And I don't know just what I saw
To be honest perfectly
And I don't know just was I saw to be perfect honestly

I'm leaving Friday
Because
I can't sleep at night
I can't think straight
And I can't stop thinking
I'm leaving Friday
because
I can't keep fake laughing
I can't keep watching the same dance
And I don't owe you anything
I'm leaving Friday
Because
I'd rather serve in heaven than watch you reign in hell
My heart wants to leave
My mind says to stay and go and stay and go
Maybe I'll leave Monday instead

I'm the one you didn't care to name
You formed an attachment
You rigged a game
And watered a plant
Just enough to grow
It shrivels and reaches
Withing the sun's glow
So it should thank the window
Yes, the one you placed the plant in
Yes, thank you.
Narcissistic *****

Does your spirit swim like mine?
In a sea of ecstasy
In a land of cliche
Does it dig it's way out of the sand
And reach back in when it sees you
Does your spirit ache with fright
And joy
And anger
Like mine.

To the girl who stays up weeping,

   I hope you find some rest. I hope you wake up to the sun's warm rays and feel it's slight caress. I hope you don't remember a thing that made you cry the night before. Of course you will though. You always do. I know you'll stay up weeping, tomorrow night too. It would be strange if you didn't. No, you don't need pills. Well you do. But you don't. Don't. And when you wake up the next day- I hope you forget the night before-again. Even for a minute or two.

If I could see across the sunny ridge
I'd make sure you saw it too and I'd fall back down again
If the Earth could grab you with it's arms
I'd make it let you go even though you'd never know what had happened
I don't need you to pay me in your false gratuity
I know your smile is nothing and aching
You never disappoint me
You're the easiest one to read
And I hope that you can see it someday
Because your mirror shines to bright for you
And the winner isn't always you
And if I threw it all away
Maybe you would see but then you'd watch yourself cry
You're such a waste of time

In desperate times
When the radio doesn't sing like it promises
And the jokes aren't funny
I climb into a box and wait
And after that wait I climb out
And I hear the radio sing the way it should
And the jokes are funny