TRANS-DIMENSIONAL COUCH: In your house, in your heart, in your old living room, there’s a thing, such as peace, only you can exhume. By your lamp, floats a small whisper of energy. From the damp basement, it floats up to your TV. Red carpet is no match for this kind of a thing. All your pets know the drill; they can hear spirits sing. Be aloof, if you want, but you’ll miss the journey. You’ll see proof, in a while; just you wait; you will see. In the black of your pupils is infinite time. In the back of the house, where you like to recline, is your body which you won’t need for much longer; when you shed it, you will become so much stronger. Trans-dimensional couch, if you need a good out, come with me. Come with me. Come with me. crawl between cushions, while nobody’s looking. Crawl between the cushions, while your mom is cooking. All the times that you think that you were just so crazy culminate to a point where you set your self free. In the clock are two hands, overtop of a face. In the grand scheme of things, you are dust send from space. On a blind avenue, there are worms under leaves; they’re just like me and you except they can’t believe in a scientific theory or in a god; yet, we study their society, cutting bodies in half, as we laugh, making one into two. Go back to your loveseat for the ultimate view of your favorite episode of your favorite show. Have a soda. Be thankful for what you don’t know. Trans-dimensional couch, if you need a good out, come with me. Come with me. Come with me. crawl between cushions, while nobody’s looking. Crawl between the cushions, while your mom is cooking. ROCK MY UNIVERSE: There’s a soft cherry sweetness in your breath. I am weak when I’m with you, such a mess, but truly blessed. Finally, I can say that I’m not depressed. I don’t think every moment is a test. You are the best. All the beautiful moments tug at me. It feels like there’s a rug back under me, ‘cause you love me. You’re a raft, on the waves of an endless sea. You’re the coffee amidst the relentless tea. You set me free. Drawing fear from my heart, it dissipates. You’re the only thing I can anticipate; and, it feels great. I know people will think we exaggerate. But, they just haven’t met them a proper mate; believe in fate. You’re a drop of orange juice; I am your fruit fly. All the years in the roost, just you and I; it makes me cry. You’re the moon in the eve, in a perfect sky. You’re the hand I will hold before I die, the last goodbye. You rock my universe. You rock my universe. You rock my universe. You my universe. You rock my universe. You rock my universe. You rock my universe. You my universe. Your makeup mixes with your art supplies. And, you roll out of your bed, when the sun is high; I don’t know why. I can see my own smile, in your giant eyes. We’re a knot that will never come untied, enjoy the ride. You melt into a puddle, when I walk in. You’re who I want to cuddle, when we’re snowed in; it makes me grin. You are nervous around me, to this day. You’re a little scared of me; I’m okay if it stays that way. You get down on yourself, then too confident. You are either a zero or a ten, but never zen. When our friends are around, you can joke and mock. But, you worship the ground on which I walk; it’s just real talk. You rock my universe. You rock my universe. You rock my universe. You rock my universe. You rock my universe. You rock my universe. UDON NOODLE, HAWAII: I’m with family. The ocean is so big, pine tree beaches, all waves reach this perfect harmony. Mind is wondering from something that I did; we went to eat this soup; a treat it was so new, to me. I cry, every day. I think it’s just a phase. I always try to find the good in everything I hate. Ask if I’m okay; I should just want to stay. But, I just want that stuff; I want stuff that we just ate. Udon Noodle, such good food, we’ll go back to the mall; go back to mall; go back to mall. Don’t be rude; we’ll go back to the mall. Hawaii has it all. Hawaii has it all, anything but the truth. Don’t be rude; we’ll go back to the mall. Hawaii has it all. Hawaii has it all, anything but the truth. WE ARE WINNERS: We like to be humble, acting like we’re shy. We pretend to stumble, when we’re flying high. We have always tried to seem like we’re cursed. We identify as unpopular. We think, all our lives, we have been unsure; but, that is a lie. We are not losers. We are winners. We are winners. We are winners. We talk like our limits come from deep within. We talk like we’re timid, frightened of original sin. We have always tried to seem like we’re cursed. We identify as unpopular. We think, all our lives, we have been unsure; but, that is a lie. We are not losers. We are winners. We are winners. We are winners. MORE THAN ONE: Well, you’re like the wind. Breathe; don’t stop. Don’t stop or everything will fall apart. You know our lives become art. Wait, I want you as the emblem of my life. Don’t walk on eggshells, when you’re with me, pull me close, and, please, just kiss me. Age won’t frighten me. I’m a solid rock. But, then I have an episode and think I’m dead and lose control. Living on top of a roof, drinking until you are drunk, feeling like you’re more than one, I didn’t think it ever could be as good this. Now, I know we’re more than one. Well, you’re infinite, the lighthouse of my shore. You lap the beach with spit and tears. We’re getting old; we’re up in years. Please, stay here until I pass into the stars. I’m never cold, when you are near. You take away all of my fears. Living on top of a roof, drinking until you are drunk, feeling like you’re more than one, I didn’t think it ever could be as good this. Now, I know we’re more than one. KILL YOURSELF: You cut your wrists, as just a kid. I don’t know much of what you did. A secret life, you kept aloof. Under your sleeve, I saw the proof. You played along, among the gang; but, you, sometimes, wanted to hang. You heard The Doors and felt a thrill. I wonder if you tried with pills. You had a keyboard in your room. It kept you from an early tomb. My mom had you sign a contract; you promised you would not go back to not loving the boy you were. I always want you to be sure. I’m glad you didn’t kill yourself. I’m glad you didn’t kill yourself. I’m glad you didn’t kill yourself. I’m glad you didn’t kill yourself.