Did you know that all your bad thoughts are crushed into pulp bits and then stored in your pocket? And when they become too heavy you feel them weighing you down and you want to scream, because those bad thoughts are quite...intense. I was outside and there was a storm blowing, there was snow snowing and the pulp bits in my pocket grew hands and feet and turned into little ash monsters. They climbed onto my shoulders (one on each side). The gust disassembled them into a million bits and they got blown away with the snow. All those bad thoughts, they sang in the sky: I USED TO THINK THAT SWEET LOVE WAS LIKE APPLE PIE YOU DIDN'T KNOW HOW GOOD IT WAS UNTIL YOU'VE TRIED THEN YOU STUFFED YOUR FACE WITH IT AND YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHY THE CRUMBS STUCK TO YOUR CHIN AND YOU SAID GOOD-BYE I USED TO THINK THAT HAPPINESS WAS THE BIG OH OH NOW I'M TERRIFIED OF THE DEMONS THAT LINGER BELOW CAUSE EVERYTHING I FELT WAS LESS THAN SO SO NOW I WANT TO DISAPPEAR INTO THE ROLLING WET...