put the stick down, that horse is dead

rebel/sweetheart

they've all gone to look for america

"Cloudy
My thoughts are scattered and they're cloudy,
They have no borders, no boundaries.
They echo and they swell
From Tolstoy to Tinker Bell.
Down from Berkeley to Carmel.
Got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of time to kill."

"I'm a rag-a-muffin child.
with a Pointed finger-painted smile.
I left my shadow waiting down the road for me a while."

hey sunshine
i havent seen you in a long time


"they dont know where they're going and my friend, neither do i"

the only living boy in new york
is my hero