while we were planin out the details

you were wishin for wishin wells

to throw your quartersall your dimes nickels pennies

coins throw em in till your pockets empty

wishing everyday to keep the world far away

while we sat back staring at all the lines that had been fed

and you hate me for not beleiving in the dreams in my head

the ones that sneak in my bed

and remind me of 

what the world had to offer us when we were still kids  

 

 

we can mold it any which way we want it

we can build a haunted house 

just so long as you can haunt it