i'll be the girl with the long blond hair. and the really pale skin if you care. i sit in the corner of the room. cross-legged and quiet. filled with doom. i never ever liked the smell in here. it's cold and wet and reeks of beer. the lights are turned out permanently. but that's ok. cause i don't want to see. wayne - wait for me. and take me up in your hot-air balloon. and feed me cotton candy. wayne - pray for me. 'cause i'll be there in a couple of years. until then wait for me. who's the strange lady. with the big silly hair. and berries on her face. dressed like a pear. do i really have to hold her hand. and pretend she's my mommy. you're wife and man. (when i know you're not my mommy). it's crowded and i feel lost in here. i'm trying to find a familiar fear. i look everywhere but i just can't see. there's not anything that reminds me of me. you made me feel as fresh as flowers. under these rocks and stones.