The Parson's Hat and the Wall's Tv

I’m kinda strange, I wrote below
the clouds and they shone,
they sleep away inside my shoes,
she-cats inside my blues.
I was in love with every space,
not even glue could repair our lace,
the empire falls down when she’s gone,
my sanity dropped the bomb, and
And
The parson’s hat is small for me,
the wall has no TV.
The parson’s hat is small for me,
the wall has no TV.
I’m kinda strange, I made my tools
to break my sacred rools.
I like when flies walk on my nails
and dreams upon my shapes.
And
The parson’s hat is small for me,
the wall has no TV.
The parson’s hat is small for me,
the wall has no TV.
I drew the sun behind the moon,
and my life sunk in doom.
I’m kinda strange, I used to fly
with goshts befor we died.
The parson’s hat is small for me,
the wall has no TV.
The parson’s hat is small for me,
the wall has no TV.