I wanna kiss your scars I wanna smell your stank I wanna taste your tears I wanna lick your taint I wanna hold you close

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

I’ve never wrapped My mind around Making you feel Seen, heard, and found I didn’t know

I’ve never known The salve of rest I’ve only felt Drums in my chest And when I think

If you could see the soul of me You’d know I am a hate machine A pretty face without obscene But, nonetheless, still dubbed unc…

You told me that we’d meet halfway I’m not sure what that means ‘Cause ev’rything I need in life Is what I’ve had to be My loved ones threw me to the wolv…

Because you exist Is the best reason For you to persist

We chose a path Not like the rest It took a strength That can’t be matched But since we have

Martins are a special breed Set apart from rest, indeed Took me in when was in need Of a home and love extreme

You don’t know me You don’t own me You don’t show me Paradise Only tease me

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

Walked a labyrinth And wrote a poem Then suddenly It all exploded

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

I thought that she Could be the one I thought that we Were having fun And then I spoke

If they push you Push back And go for the throat