This is my creative side
I express myself
Come with me, look at the sky
Take a flight of fancy
Slides project across the screen
Of my gifted mind
Favor fading, failing fast
Follow financial formulation
It's okay
Listen to the rain
Have you an idea in mind?
Multiflavored fiction
Can you hear the voice inside
Telling you to listen?
Canceled is your fancy flight
Glittered hearts and fears alight
Just a little more manipulation
It's okay
No rewrite today
June 19th, quarter to nine
It says so on the clock
Take your time to stay in line
And pay no mind to the
Fish everywhere
Love is advice from a baby pigeon
Love is a feeling deep within you
Even if you live underground
Love is a place that can be found
Love is a gravel-eating god named Malcolm
Love is a place, love is a thing
So pile up my plate sky-high with chicken
Do you ever wonder why
You feel so traumatized?
Clock, notepad, butterfly
Dreams, love, and time
Don't hug me, I'm scared
So misinformed and unaware
(Punish Land)
Every day is Father's Day
In a digital world, you're free
To do what you would like
It's easy as one, two, three
Charts, or style, or dancing
Gastro-guidance from a steak
Teeth are turning into gray
If you try to heed the voice that calls
Canned and consumed by your friend, the cannibal
Do you ever wonder why
June 19th never goes by?
Creatures of every kind
Creatively conniving
Don't hug me, I'm scared
Stuck in a moonlit world of stairs
(Up and down)
You've ruined everything
Do you ever wonder why
You feel so traumatized?
Clock, notepad, butterfly
Dreams, love, and time
Don't hug me, I'm scared
Pulled the plug and got out of there
(Walked away)
From the pain of Father's Day
