like a pill to solve the world a world we make of boys and girls i ll wait for you i ll wait for a mirror in three dimensions hung by a tight rope through a pulley wait for a pink portal to a dark cocoon so i can sit and fuck around and waste all this beautiful potential cause i know i m so hot i m so hot hot hotter than a cartoon japonesa with imaginary curves as fake as the world for look up through the blanket of ghosts the moon is a pulley and i hold the rope that animates your every move it is a rope it is a face it is a breath it is a noose it is a waiting for the black and white to overcome me in the night and i ll wait for you waiting for the pouring rain to rip the papier mch skin off of your stupid balloon face i ll pop that fuckin lie if it don t float away i m in love with my balloon smoothin the texture and shapin the curves for glass display it s tied with string up to the moon i ll look deep in my mirror s eyes i ll kiss and consume blanket of ghosts on a parade but i can t see shit with all these balloons floatin like netted fish in a sea of sky and rain turns depleted soil to clay that we may feast on clay corn and clay rice and i m ready to laugh or cry i m such a silly guy painting ghost clouds on her face 