silver pink ponies flying over me.
you may feel strange, well, you are an angel.
stuck in tight pants, stuck at a highschool dance.
stuck doing people things, not knowing you have wings.
you are my serenade, you are my lemmonade,
you are my soul, throw it all out the window.
you are my training wheel, you are my chamomile.
you are my friend, come again some other day.

you are my pantomime and you are my moonshine
you are my sunshine, you are my shooting star.
you are my elbow, you are my buttercup.
spoonful of puppycat, belly full of kittypup.
pretty pretty baby, tin toy maybe.
x marks the spot and it's not what they expected.
sing that song again, the one that makes me cry.
when she walks into the room, and you don't know what to do.

every step, of every day,
i love you, every single one of you.
whenever you get in your own way.
i love you, you love me too.
no pain anymore, nothing to feel sorry for.
heaven is right here, heaven is everywhere.
look at the trees, dancing in the breeze.
feel the raindrops on your knees.

silver pink ponies flying over me.
flying over me, they're flying over you too.
silver pink ponies flying over me.
flying over me, they're flying over you too.
silver pink ponies flying over me.
you may feel strange, well, you are an angel.
stuck in tight pants, stuck at a highschool dance.
stuck doing people things, not knowing you have wings.

you are an angel.
you are an angel.
you are an angel.
you are an angel.

have you ever had a dream that your favourite baby's drowning
and you grab him by his sweater sleeve,
pull him up onto the ground,
and you can here the water slosh around inside his tiny gut.
push his belly up and down but he can't cough the water up?

suddenly a flood comes out his mouth until there's nothing left
inside of him, he's empty now,
there isn't even one small breath?
and he goes limp in your arms.

all the people's mouths are moving,
all you hear are car alarms,
and you wake up and start to cry?
i will lose my shit if even one more person i know dies,
so please don't die.

my mom's sick, she's in a hospital bed.
i've got a word for all you ghosts in her head.
and all you skeletons in her closet,
leave her alone, leave her alone,
leave her alone, please, because,
my mom needs you gone. my mom needs you gone.
as long as she is haunted, she'll never get strong.
my mom needs you gone.

you traded all your paperclips for a soap dish that way,
your best friend's rubber ducky wouldn't slip and slide away.
but he traded his rubber duck for a cigar box
to place your paperclips in.
mr hooper came to say...

"oh my dear friends burt and ernie,
here's a little something for each of you from me.
here are your paperclips and here's your rubber ducky.
how could i ignore such selfless generosity?"

the human body's made up of good and bad bactiria.
but the antibiotics and the antibacterials
are killing all the good ones, and the bad ones just get stronger,
and become superinfections.
it's harder to destroy them and it's harder to detect them.

and there's something in her blood.
and there's something in her leg.
and there's something in her brain.

my mom's sick, she's in a hospital bed.
i've got a word for all you ghosts in her head.
and all you skeletons in her closet,
leave her alone, leave her alone,
leave her alone, leave her alone,
leave her alone, leave her alone,
leave her alone, please, because,
my mom needs you gone. my mom needs you gone.
as long as she is haunted, she'll never get strong.
my mom needs you gone.
my mom needs you gone.
my mom needs you gone.
my mom needs you gone.