San Francisco Moma by hazy nights published on 2017-03-31T06:16:57Z I don't have a lot of money, I just have a lot to say, I don't read a lot of books, I like to just stand there and look at pretty pictures of a tree, And stuff and colored things that don't make any fucking sense to me. Nothing really makes sense to me. Oh, oh darling tell me where'd you go, I have all your things inside my room and I want them to go, And I, oh, oh darling I don't even know, I thought being sad was just suppose to simply come and go. Oh, oh, darling tell me. Oh, oh, darling tell me. Where's that painting of tomato soup, I'm kinda starving crap, Where's the painting of the melting clocks, I always seem to come across, In stupid textbooks, About old men and stupid things, That don't really matter to me. Nothing really matters to me. Oh, oh darling tell me where'd you go, I have all your things inside my room and I want them to go, And I, oh, oh darling I don't even know, I thought being sad was just suppose to simply come and go. Genre Indie Comment by jelly Hi! I love this song. Can I use it as my YouTube song? 2020-12-19T15:15:42Z Comment by majordomos I just have a lot 2 say 2019-10-15T05:55:05Z Comment by mcrsrrssccrsfrsrffrsfrsr nothing makes sense to me either 2019-08-01T16:12:47Z Comment by Harry Bell <3 2017-08-25T20:07:02Z Comment by cat naps :') 2017-05-14T20:47:00Z Comment by l Love this! 2017-04-01T10:33:44Z Comment by newmeadow <3 2017-03-31T13:59:12Z