Markets in process.
they deliver you home,
you might miss the old process.
well good luck in getting over it,
cus there's no way of returning to
what was.
Chorus:
yeah well tonight...
go to sleep and dream about
happy things like unicorns
and rainbows over valleys
cus when you wake i promise you
that you will wish you could go back
to that silly dream of silly things.
Go back home.
you're needed there.
but when you go
forget i'm here.
I really have to find a new frame for your photo.
its bland and boring.
boring is the last word i would use to describe you.
i hope your happy where you are, wherever that is, anyway.
i guess this is goodbye. i'm already having regrets.
These markets take our requests to leave so unseriously. but aren't we serious? yes, yes we are.