No need for life story, no need for haircut.

A blob for America.

A blob.

You confide in the wrong people every time.

Feels bad.

Rocks in my dreams.

Use some bread to dip.

I want you, your boots…

Rocks are in my dreams.

I want to overwhelm you, but the sequins and gems are really scratching me.

I kind of changed.

Uh uh oh, for real.

The wind is blowing the planes around.

Rocks in my dreams.

Rocks are in my dreams.

Bloody big houses everywhere, split up into flats.

And so many evil trees.

And they belong to all of us

(So many evil trees).

I'm sick.

Let's check Jean's Ouija board.

Crying doesn't always mean someone's sad, laughter doesn't always mean…

Rocks in my dreams.

Boat trip burnt my eyes.

Why?

Rocks are in my dreams.

Rocks