Can you tell 2 shades apart? Can you tell 2 shades? Dollop from a squeezy tube. Throw-up on a snowy platform Youth is wasted and careening Do you know what time of year I mean? Does a way it means the same to you? When the powder is collecting in The open ones. And I am like an empty too Was it moving? That thing on the platform there Was it moving you? I heard it was a piece of art Was looking from the thing we stole across Why do you carry that house on your back? Why do you carry your house? It was the last one on the block I wander everywhere with it

Time flies when you're feeling blue It's funny how it slips away from you The way it happened is the same as how you said it would A museum will emerge You will make the most of it No one will understand a word of how it's supposed to work & the campground mascot will describe a wound & it will seem a deeper shade of blue when the sky is like a yellow sky: the yellow story you described & in the comfort of a home is where it used to be You could find it in the TV room & it was matted as a horse's mane: the name you had to suffer through No one would understand the influence under which the audience was moved A yellow filter will absorb the worst of it But you can't look at the crows with the sun in the way It's all sepia tone 's what you're trying to say & you can't videotape what you think with your mind You can't look at the crows with the sun in your eyes No, it's realer than what you understood is unreasonable and unfeeling

It must have been a holiday or something It was flat enough to see the storm a town away It was the snap of cold that felled the yellow ginkgo leaves A ball of fire in the atmosphere Ball of fire, you are no son of mine The time to go is gone or gone or gone or gone Now you be sure I hear no peep of yours Lest you come home a ball of fire I’ve heard it said that there’s two kinds of scorn But it’s hard to tell the time of day When you knew the thunderstorm you saw was at your back You might as well have been a basketball The shiny sorrow of the Mayflower set Is a bauble for a bowerbird There is an urgency the moving clouds resent But it’s before the second story was And it’s a problem for a human son of man The baddest harvest of the newborn room You might miss it from a moving car But you would feel it watching over you The second exit through the roundabout’s a rainbow bridge The time to go is gone or gone or gone or gone The selfish words we say will follow us around Like nervous ducklings in a line It’s either up a hill or down a hill The mother of all storms was what the forecast said before The rain was splashing on the overhang The tolling bell was just to say what time of day it was And honest doesn’t mean it’s good The cringing sun might have a word to say And you could stop your ears with sealing wax But you might miss the denouement arrive The willow tree is a peculiar tree to choose But it doesn’t matter when you’re dead inside And you could say a ball of twine is standing in for you But that’s just kicking in an open door Ball of fire, you are no friend of mine The time to go is gone or gone or gone or gone Now you be sure I hear no peep of yours Lest you come home a ball of fire

There was an attitude to pander like a plastic charm and wore a northern style of dress There was a golden hour of night which also lived up in the north Courage in a stocky shape was helpmate to desire then The wind would shake a faulty knob one evening in the wind And the second that the bed was made a pillow'd tumble off the bed The day was child to the night in the most revealing way And in the morning of the day would steal from me my word There is a tendency to quote and there's a cheap momentum youth instills it shall not be denied And it was on the very day as if tomorrow is an answer to And we are all in love with then no matter what the question is

The ducks were flying off What there was no easier explanation for For my pillow for the sun The concern about the outrage was The lake was out of earshot I mean the outage drove the price up But it was cheaper than a lawn chair still Or might as well be The balloon was like a palm tree to Anonymous replier There was a fire. My My camisole was showing I was I wasn't even crying but my tears were There was a music in a speaker and it was Music to my ears My monologue was on Landmarks along the way from The fountain was unmoved Was unmoving ambulance Was stranded at what I Address a way a shadow cast My moribund store and aghast Would emit a severe light In a carton of The single-serving version of I was weighing out if Optional Children's hospital Courtyard was I My reluctance was no picnic Was an alarmist type of Comforting Renegade emotional I tried and truer word The harm of what i said I would Avenue O Avenue The avenue Was on all side of me So random and so clear With my apron tucked behind my back Now I'm only's good as gone is