We were formed In relation To this world Our creation

You have an ideal That I will never fulfill So I have to peel

I want the weird one The one that everyone says is not… That one has created a Self That one I can love

We were having the time of our liv… Two friends seeking joy We bonded over the basest things Doughnuts, kerosene, and Playboys

If you’ve ever seen “Natural Born Killers” Then you know a wolf Never changes colors

There’s shit on your face You just threw up in your mouth Couldn’t be cuter

You say that you enjoy people I don’t think that is true You want to be a pure steeple And lord it over fools

My brain doesn’t work like it norm… It doesn’t think of the funny rema… Or witty sayings It doesn’t jump from scene to scen… Most of the time it’s too busy

Ever seen Fawn on teet Wagging tail like dog? If you can’t Then I shant

Jonathan and Jordan Sitting in a tree M-u-s-s-i-n-g First comes souls Then comes mates

Working towards Common goals

It’s quite a process To create a person

I’ve lived my life And seen some things Heard bitchin’ tunes Tasted my dreams But if you want

I give you an inch You try for a mile I’m glad I spoke up And still made you smile

You’re nineteen You can choose who to be Nineteen Maybe fancy and free Nineteen