(2014)
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
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