(2013)
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
the very idea that i could be
I just felt what I think I’ll feel always, once we’ve finally met, and share this cool space, like an open secr… It felt like all my favorite songs…
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.