I put my hands in my pockets, protecting Whatever can be found inside
I found it! It was a child in a small red house, and then an apartment, and then in a lamp...
3, 2, 1, I Am the Genie. You wished for my health, You wished for me to stay, And the last wish You gave it to me! But I am not your genie... I belong to the child, To the past, to the future... But most importantly, To the wonderland.
I ate a hot pocket for breakfast It tasted like eggs
So then I ate a hot pocket for dinner And it tasted like cheese
I ate a hot pocket for breakfast.
And I'll eat one tomorrow too
What a wonderful view I can see the future Oh, those (hot!) hot pockets! Me and you shall soon pursue An ****** of nutrition
Maybe I'll change it up soon
Eat a brick instead Or maybe a loaf of bread Or maybe all my left shoes And maybe a dozen snails too I'll pick them up fresh At the ****** of dawn Before the earliest bird And line them one by one Some garlic Some salt A bit of Betty's butter And into the oven they go But what do you know? -- They already made a hot pocket of them too! --
in your palm the grains of my existence rest pieces of me continue to fall through the gaps in your fingers as I fall deeper for you - a force of nature undeniable and grounding. and as time ticks on and you find we are apart check your pockets after our nights spent amongst the dancing watercolors of the sunset I promise you will find me because for you I am made of sand
The She-angel that could make me sing out My feelings to submission breaking Down the walls where my heart resides, Painting pictures in my pineal allowing Me to give in with no sure measure of Deceit, She-angel listens to my words and even now it still it amazes my soul, Jumping for joy and not in fear of being Left behind, Her accent gives me chills in the most beautiful axis, The world was never ready for you my angel, I will walk to the ends of the earth with nothing to live for with a pockets of hopes that faded away in the fire where my trust got extinguished, But with you my angel everything revived itself, I Thank you for that.
Tell me... Are your pockets big enough to hold what I am about to give you If they’re not Than get a bag Get a jacket Because I will take every inch I can get and then spill over a little bit more I will hide in every crevice you will give me
You can wash me out again tomorrow It’s ok I will find somewhere else to put my heart To put my soul The pieces no one wants It’s ok
But for right now Hold me in your hands as well Because I will tell you until you say stop Until it’s enough And there will be more but it’s ok I will find somewhere else for that.
Just take what you will Take what you can carry Because my words and my thoughts overlap And they don’t always make sense But if you will just hold them Maybe,