Well I got myself a place where I can write.
Yeah it's supposed to be a place where I can thrive.
Everyone says, "Congratulations, you've arrived!"
Now I got myself a head full of blue sky, but I can't remember much of my previous life.
There was no wisdom but it was pure...
I remember, I felt so sure... and then I died.
When I woke up it was warm and I felt fine.
And I let a pink balloon replace my troubled mind.
Seemed like a noble thing to do (at the time).
So I'll lay a bed of stones beneath our feet, and I'll write an ending you'll try to believe.
One where we stay in the garden forever.
It's enough to be together, and look alive.