You looked outside the window and smiled "Can you make some jam for us?" Obliging, you did so You didn't know what flavor they wanted
So you did every single one Blueberry, raspberry, banana A plethora of colors comes into view You always wanted to be an artist To embrace the colors you see A chance to be happy But you're stuck making jam for them Forever and always
In my dream last night you let me know it's not coming back In my dream last night I saw a bag full of lip balms But I still looked for the one I had The one I lost The one that might come back But still not coming back Bare it stays,my chapped lips Oh my blueberry lip balm May you never forget the touch of my finger tips.
Ooo how to describe the feeling The feeling that I get The feeling that I get When I'm with you We've been to the Garden of Eden And seen God Seen the snake that played Eve And came back With roses and flowers Plants that smelled like blue berries, asparagus and mushrooms That was our Ezekiel, Better yet our Genesis . . . We’ve been to the coast were they still Harlem shake Except they shake their whole bodies like if they caught seizures We laughed at their moves But skilled one had to be to shake like that As if they had 100 grams of sugar in their system They went at it for two or three, on what felt like days We were almost left behind How can we forget we almost missed that plane Since we barely slept . . . Let's take a trip far from memory lane One that can only be remembered by the pictures we take I found this new place Is supposed to be great They say is the second best thing next to heaven and we both been near that Is like one step forward and two step back Let's take a trip I promise it'll be first class