Mang things about me just don't make sense.
Everything always happens in the past tense.
I like flea markets, don't like fleas.
I don't like you's but when you're with me's.
When you've got a love like the Moon and the Sun
You can't be really apart, you can't truly be one.
Things take up my day til I can have your night.
And this will only change if your birdies learn to fight.

When home sweet home means a mess of confusion,
And all the thinking gives you a contusion
Just lift up your pinkie and take a sip.
Cause dreams taste nice and lifes a trip.

I love chocolate but can't eat sweets.
I like flea markets,
Do not like fleas.