April's Pearly Whites Songtext

Fritos and I, hour number five, sitting to the beat of a basketball. Racing geese put on a show as planes leave streaks above. I'm no longer afraid of bugs, or the autumn
leaves with continue to fall on this spring day. I feel like I can write with my left hand. Looking up, for the first time I can see the notes of the singing birds. How can something so small make such a noise? The Grove makes police sirens sound beautiful. A world without runny noses, where habits fit in. Twitching eyes escape a numb face. Sweat escapes tired pours. Love escapes a little girl. "I've carried you up the steps... want me to carry you the rest of the way?" The love of a dad is something everyone should have.