In my head
you will find
an underfed
unused mind

in my thoughts
you will see
thoughts are few
and far between

i count sheep
but its not no good
this herd is such a mess
little bo peep
is cracking uo
and is running around undressed

I love flying around in the dark
Up here all the streetlights look like stars

I went down on the witch
so did my home
it crushed her spirit
it crushed her bones
all that remained of the wicked witch of the east
where the red ruby slippers
that appeared on my feet