Ghost of a pain came to visit after dark,
but I was too tired from day dreaming, to let it touch my wearied heart. Watched it flutter across the neighbors yard out into the street falling off the bones of the burnt bridge where the ends will never meet. And i feel fine and sweet and just a little bit bitter. Yes, i feel fine and sweet and a little bit bitter.

4oclocks are too chintzy and violets too shy to rise, id rather be a sunflower seeking a fireball sky. Where the only weight is fecundity and bees buzz dipping their toes for free. A stature of yellow happiness and morsels for the crows. And i feel fine and sweet and just a little bit bitter. Yes i feel fine and sweet and just a little bit bitter.