Love?
Oh, love!
Love is great.

My heart bleeds for that special someone, dontcha know
Cupid shot an arrow
God, that kid's an *******

Romantic fog rolls in
The birds chirp Barry White
Our eyes lock

My pulse quickens and I giggle like a stoner
But person doesn't get the joke
Cupid shot an arrow
Budget Cupid
shot one arrow

Human!
Human, I can tell you like secrets
Yes, greedy humans like secrets
Follow me.

Where?
Hah!  Where!
Secrets!  Secrets for you to know!
Look there, why do the gardens stare back?
Why do the walls cry here in the sunrise?
Secrets, human!
You love secrets!

If I could sing good
I'd stand in a kitchen
and lullaby a baby
rocking in my arms

the baby would get sleepy and yawn
and be all like "hey, you're really great at singing"
only it won't, because babies can't talk
but that's okay

Young people
In old wooden houses
I see your face
Behind that cup
Under those locks
It makes me blush

Secret fields
In the back; you
Float in that dress
And the sun bathes us in gold

I like how smooth you are
Our faces in the grass with
clasped hands to the sky

When it's night
The old light will drip
We can catch it and
I'll wish for you to stay

The wind blows on his blustery days
Sometimes the rain falls
Maybe some snow in the winter
But always, young people
In old wooden houses
Blush at each other

We want you,
you are so nice
(and smell so good)
come with us,
come with us, hurry-quick
you should come with us

We are nice and we (smell so good) too
We are your friends and live in good place-s
come with us, you should
come with us
We are your friends
We like you

you will have so much fun
We have great times
you are our friend
come with us, hurry
We are good like you

We watch you and like you and you
(smell so good)
We want you to be of us
you should come with us

Cusp of the great sea
A mighty cliff
Lightening calcified
Strikes into the water
the chaos
the world
washed of sins till it burns the night
with consecrated arrogance
Immaculacy sans remorse
and I
I, on the brink
The stain
look upon the sea

Hey kid, how's the cradle
yeah, well keep on sleeping
'cause mommy's got something to say
while she's a bold girl and *****'s talking

Arrow straight: I'll prolly never love you
you're just an ugly baby, yeah, you
look too much like me

When you cry I
just wanna punch that face and
y'know we breastfed Roger
but I'm not letting you near my ****

Or maybe he's it, your brother
that boy is perfect and makes us so
proud,
or maybe I'm a
stupid suburban *****
who just can't do this mom thing twice over

Yeah, that's it, I just can't stomach
this love thing again, y'know I
did it for your father and I
do it for your brother
but there's just no room for you

So sorry, sorry squirt
that I'mma pickle myself for the next 16 years
sorry that we'll never get along
hey, maybe you could blame your brother for being perfect
but I don't really give a ****.