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.
Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 2:32 AM UTC
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.
Feb. of 2012.
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