berries in my heart bread

Me on a sunday afternoon

Well everything is impossible if you don’t even try to try Although no one stays the same the whole time

What does it all mean? Do you get high on your own low self esteem? Did you fall on your own only dream And crush it until it was all broke?

I can go to heaven then I’ll wake up Say I wish I’d done a bunch of other stuff I can go to heaven as I fall asleep Hope that people miss me and they weep and weep

You wake up and head on back to sleep And in your dreams everything is exactly as it seems You wake up, everything forgotten

Sometime I’ll be dead and gone Sooner than I hope but I hope I’m wrong Remember this when I’m gone Remember yourself not me

Picking dragons' pockets and away we go Breathe in poison then you breathe out smoke It’s clear I’m looking for an anecdote Well you pay for garbage and you’ve cast your vote

Sunday

The One With Joey’s New Brain

George Harrison - My Sweet Lord