Crown's thorn and the table full of bushes
Crown's thorn and I have run out of uses
Crown's thorn and the neon switch is missing
Bulb blows when the Perrier is dripping on the ground
Wild kiss and roses feel like blushing
Deep bliss and things are getting mushy
Calm down the little wounds are healing
Run around until your breathing starts to give away those sounds -
words drown
Will I cry
Will I sigh
Crown's thorn and the table full of bushes
Right or wrong the drama queen is pushy
Sour grapes and the Band-Aid looses sticking
You deflate when the air balloon has caught onto some fire
Will I cry
Will I sigh
Crown's thorn and a table full of bushes
Dice rolls and in between the cushions
Lies the answer to the question of this fort
Will I cry
Will I sigh
