He is made of red balloons
And a friendship that ended too soon
Didn’t get a chance to say goodbye
Why do all the good ones have to die
He is made of red balloons
And a friendship that ended too soon
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Touch and Scent
She is made of his touch and his scent
Her teeth are crooked her heart is bent
But with his arms around she becomes a saint
No more lies, no more taint
She is imperfect. She is untrue
But his love makes her see through
She strips her sins past her knees
Save me from myself, save me please
She is made of his touch and his scent
With each kiss her heart repents
Merman
He is made of a fishtail and scales
Bright blue eyes, skin so pale
His love is a maiden with angel wings
From the bottom of the sea he hears her sing
She sings a song of everlasting love
She sings to him from up above
And though he knows they will never touch
He knows he loves her very much
He is made of a fishtail and scales
Bright blue eyes, skin so pale
Yesterday’s Tears
He is made of yesterday’s tears
And tomorrow’s fears
Past pains haunt him. They keep him at bay
He doesn’t understand why they won’t go away
Just let it go he recites
Trying to move forward with all his might
But still they creep into his present
All the memories that he’s grown to resent
He is made of yesterday’s tears
As he works his way through all his fears
Sushi Boy
He is made of raw tuna and rice
Wrapped up in seaweed, looking so nice
He sits in a restaurant eating fish
And with each roll makes a wish
Send someone so I don’t eat alone
Let them make my heart their home
With each bite he swallows down the pain
Of having to dine alone again
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Last Summer’s Wine
Scribbles and ink stains
She is made of scribbles and ink stains
Watch her in the corner jotting down her pain
She knows no one’s to blame
She was never good at the game
Words appear
Before the tears
Sometimes after too
If she was really stuck on you
I love em
I hate em
I have to live without em
The pen pours out
What she can never shout
She is made of scribbles and ink stains
Writing stories out of her pain
Movie Magic
He is made of movie magic
Watch the moving pictures forget that life is tragic
Gets lost in a world not his own
Forgets that he’s always been alone
He finds comfort in the cinematic
From comedy to hopeless romantics
Action flicks
And unreal chicks
A taste of life that isn’t so traumatic
He is made of movie magic
Watch the moving pictures forget that life is tragic
Velvet and Lace
She is made of velvet and lace
A beautiful body and a beautiful face
Though she suffers you won’t see a trace
For she carries herself with such distinct grace
Women like her are made in few
I’ve come across one or two
With spirits strong and hearts true
You’re lucky if she chooses to love you
She is made of velvet and lace
Her beautiful soul wears a beautiful face
Tears and Willows
He is made of tears and weeping willows
His soft heart is filled with sorrows
From birth to now he lived through woe
Still he feels there more to go
No smile will he force
There’s never been a source
He looks for love to save his fate
Hoping for a caring mate
Perhaps that will cure the spell
And raise him from his hell
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