When I grow up. I want to be a forester. Run through the moss on high heels. That's what I'll do. Throwing out boomerang. Waiting for it to come back to me When I grow up. I want to live near th
Memory comes when memory's old. I am never the first to know. Following the stream up North. Where do people like us float There is room in my lap. For bruises, asses, hand claps. I will never di
When I grow up. I want to be a forester. Run through the moss on high heels. That's what I'll do. Throwing out boomerang. Waiting for it to come back to me When I grow up. I want to live near th
An apple and a berry plant. Comes with a house. On the grass, who is that. To come by my house Stands outside my window. Sucking on the berries. And eats us out of house and home. Keeping us awa
An apple and a berry plant. Comes with a house. On the grass, who is that. To come by my house Stands outside my window. Sucking on the berries. And eats us out of house and home. Keeping us awa
