Lletres: Red House Painters. Things Mean A Lot.

There's my favorite roller coaster
Next to the blue water
The one only sissies ride

There's the sun going down
Creating that florescent glow, reminding me
I'll never be able to relive this day
Except in memory

There's those big barking fish
In the concrete stream
Growling for dog food
Bulging dead eyes that gleam

Where's dad?
And where is mom?

Looks like from here on out
It's me and you
Looks like from here on out
It's just me and you