Cotton Candy Trees

The feeling of dysphoria I look into your loving heart There's something we can treasure Paint brushes, trees with leaves Please don't leave, jealousy It's tempting when you're celibate Not that I have been through it This song is just a metaphor For every time you close the door Oh no Woah I just woke up From a dream Or maybe This is the dream I paint the sky With my dreams This life a box Inside a frame There's cotton candy in the trees Most people fall for traps like these They want this life and so much more I'm happy what I've got in store Her eyes they look like galaxies For years and years been waiting please Don't leave this on a bad note Or don't leave at all I would never eat the cotton candy off the candy trees I would never eat an apple from the creature made of green Made of greed