I can be very empty-headed
Yes, I'm pretty dull
but I should like to think there's bubbles in my skull
Constantly blowing, floating
little ***** of light and color
Oh, these bubbles, I hope we're not
separated from one another
And perhaps I absentmindedly chase
silly, pointless bits of air
but wandering out my head, I'm pretty happy there
They're bouncing and bouncing
from bone wall to bone wall
Joyous bits of air- I wish to capture them all!
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 12:06 AM UTC
I can be very empty-headed
Yes, I'm pretty dull
but I should like to think there's bubbles in my skull
Constantly blowing, floating
little ***** of light and color
Oh, these bubbles, I hope we're not
separated from one another
And perhaps I absentmindedly chase
silly, pointless bits of air
but wandering out my head, I'm pretty happy there
They're bouncing and bouncing
from bone wall to bone wall
Joyous bits of air- I wish to capture them all!
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