| Caboose |
|---|
| Exploding like a pen, in your mouth |
| Paint you purple |
| The moss that crawls on your back |
| The floor kisses my back |
| With all this falling, you might say I’m falling for you |
| With all this falling, you might say I’m falling for you |
| Necks laced with ivy shooting missiles straight from |
| Stalling starts; |
| Don’t grow old, grow golden |
| This is the last time I write your name one thousand times |
| How can you sleep like a baby? |
