The Purple Bottle

I've gotta big big big big heart beat, yeah

I think you are the sweetest thing

I wear a coat of feelings and they are loud

I've been having good days

Think we are the right age

To start our own peculiar ways

With good and friendly homes

You get me freaked freaked freaked on preakness

Never met a girl that likes to drink with horses

Knows her Chinese ballet

Must admit you smell like fruity nuts and good grains

When you show my purple gaze

A thing or two at night

Make me sick sick sick to kiss you and I think that I woud vomit

But I'll do that on mondays I don't have a work way

I like it when I bump you an accident's a truth gate

I'm humbled in your pretty lense

I'll hold you don't you go

Sometimes you're quiet and sometimes I'm quiet. Hallelujah!

Sometimes I'm talkative and sometimes you're not talkative, I know...

Well I'd like to spread your perfume around the old apartment

Could we live together and agree on the same wares?

A trapeze is a bird cage even if it's empty and definitely fits the room

And we would too

And my dear dear dear khalana

I talk too much about you

Their ears are getting tired of me singing all the night through

Lets just talk together

You and me and me and you

And if there's nothing much to say

Well, silence is a bore

I've gotta big big big big heart beat, yeah

I think you are the sweetest thing

I wear a coat of feelings and they are loud

I've been having good days

Think we are the right age

To start our own peculiar ways

With good and friendly homes

Sometimes you're quiet, and sometimes I'm quiet, hallelujah

Sometimes I'm talkative, and sometimes you're not talkative, I know...

Sometimes you hear me when others they can't hear me. Hallelujah!

Sometimes I'm naked and thank god sometimes you're naked. Well, hello...

Can I tell you that you are the purple in me?

Can I call you just to hear you, would you care?

When I saw you put your purple finger on me

There's a feelin' in your bottle

Found your bottle, found your heart

Gives a feeling from your bottled little part

Gotta crush, high

Thought I crushed all I could

Crushed all I can then I touched your hand

Crush high

Don't want it to stop

'Cause stories of your brother make my crush high pop

And you couldn't really know, cause it's in my toes

And sometimes I wonder where that crush high go

Crush high then I go and take some pills

Cause I can't do all of my dos and still feel ill