We might be just a bit fucked up And, God, I hope that’s true ‘Cause that means life is nothing… The deepest passion’s hue

Somehow when I write It comes out in time Words seem to flow out In a catchy rhyme Things just sorta happen

I choose to be The Most Unclean So you can see The God in thee

I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less

You’re the bestest bud Anyone could love And your soul shines through All the doom and gloom Fortunate to have

I missed out on Our baby’s clues I didn’t feel Her in your womb But now she’s here

If you’re satisfied with yourself And the world you live in, Is that your cue To start again?

I think it’s just about time for m… Pack on up and head to the Great… Maybe if I sever all my human tie… My outer world will match the one…

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

I don’t know what it means to have A lover in my life I don’t know what it’s like to tas… Their sugar and their spice I don’t know how to give and take

I have an idea Of who I’m s’posed to be And that’s the whole reason I’ve never been happy

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

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

My heart tells me That you’re no good I’m pretty sure That’s why I should I’ve never been

The only things I’ve ever felt Were lashing tongues and leather b… I guess that’s why it’s hard to te… How I could make you feel so swel…