Hey darling sunshine how's the calamine and end rhyme
Have they taught you that your baby feet are still behind the finish line
Your hands have echoes still I can see them in their potted plant brigade
How's the laughing circus song that you replayed your dreams upon?
You know the center-stage is waiting for your hopes to go all wrong
You have it in a word just hinting that you're unfazed by the sting
And if you think of all the dreams you've made
And which of the ones that stayed
Your finishing routine has its marks in heavy green
At least that's what the thought betrayed
Hey sister butterfly I have a thought within my eye
That everything is jello-blue and having me or having you
The pattern is so delicate I dedicate to comprimise this space
Your concrete is full of maize, your champion is brighter days
You're feeling lucky every step you're taking toward the better ways
The chance you'd never blend in with the choir that is quietly arranged
And if you think of all the dreams you've made
And which of the ones that stayed
Your finishing routine has its marks in heavy green
At least that's what the thought betrayed
Hey princess party hat, you have a life, imagine that!
You're careful with the apple leaves that fall around your silver sleeves
And everybody dreams to be the lugnut in an ordinary scene
The past is a problem only fools would flip their faces toward
They're hard of hearing, hard of sight, hard to let them be ignored
You have a chance to rise above the simpleminded atrophy they chase