never met a girl quite like you

chasing pavements

Mom's Potting Shed

because you know something is happening here, but you don't know what it is

do you, mr. jones?

when you wake, you'll have cake & all the pretty little horses

My dancin' shoes

Life is like a bowl of dried gourds

Take it home with you. Put it in your own house.

I climbed a mountain then turned around

Time waits for no one

But my words just blew away