December 2011
“Well They took a little Honey, From the Honey Tree, They Dressed it up & They Called it Me”
Magic
Imagine living in a box And I won’t come up Until I’ve broken all the locks Slurring all my words Until something sticks But in this smoky universe My mind keeps playing tricks
And although, you’re the only home I know As if by magic, thoughts of you are gone And now, I’m keeping my head in the clouds And it’s not so tragic, if I don’t look down Submerging from...
My Fishy is dying ;(
