love is a lemon- bitter and sweet
and chaos is a friend of mine.
anger's bottled up inside of me
and tonight is an endless night.

i love a good blanket of flowers
and life is just a mere dream.
i always sense the smell of fear
but maybe it's my cloudy memory.

i don't understand my moral compass
and i often get cold feet.
i really love the sweet smell of success,
now run away and tell the marines.