Go down by the shores of hope where love flows and the ocean floats
Go now, and I will meet you there
We’ll sing beneath the cotton candy clouds

Something is eating my stomach
(That sour taste is coming back again)
Those pretty stories and sonnets

But I cast those stories down the well when I grew up not long ago
Now I’m cured from those infectious fairy tales that plagued our Play-Doh minds and wills

Something is chewing on my brain
(And I’m leaking dreams like piss once again)
Those pretty Hollywood Endings

Someone is taking my clothes off
(“I promise you the sky and the stars!”)
Must be love, oh, I hope so