It won’t be pretty the tears the snot the mess Lifetimes

Ev’rything about my life Tells me that you’re poison If you’ve ever heard of me You know I don’t listen

Each moment at hand Is open invitation To the promised land

Little girls and gay men Love them some Jonathan Can’t reciprocate Wish them a life great

Old school Playing a groove of the used to Small few Hailed by hipsters and still cool Lo-fi

We ate from The Tree Of Knowledge, Good and Evil No higher steeple

Each moment at hand Is open invitation To the promised land

There’s a certain kind of type That always does it right Elicits smiles and tears In the space between your ears The only sort of religion

I’m not the one That I should be I’m just the man You came to see Imperfect you

You read books and take advice On what you should do in life Only thing you need to know Is what makes your passions grow

I embrace your wild side And all that it entails Presence, passion, overkill And dirt beneath my nails

My love is like a laser beam That melts you down and makes you… It comes and goes just like a drea… Because the bright is touch obscen…

I would be the worst Dom Ever. If a Sub said “Here is my being, Do as you like.” Only her pleasure and joy

I appreciate you Facilitating breakthroughs With love I didn’t know due This wretch without a clue

Hope you are a voyeur Hope you want to see What it truly means Be this human thing Offering my soul