Mostly I want To be myself Something special To someone else

Mom and Dad don’t love you They’re already tuned To their own sweet song Fireflies in June You are just an extra

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

The world that I was born into Is not the world I want I work to try to get back to A one that values plants

I’m such an ass You don’t even know Devoid of class No love to bestow I plant despair

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

Don’t try to be divine ‘Cause we’ve always been Just try to be yourself My out fits your in

I think I’ve found the reason why I threw my gut instincts aside You had a crazy, fucked up song You made me sing I knew was wrong But now, thank God, I’ve seen the…

I like pretty girls With really tight curls That know how to dance and move me They gyrate and flex And downright perplex

Always late Mostly great That’s just how we roll. Got minute For a hit

I’d like to take a bath with you And see a divine point of view I’ll suds you up and be your tool To catch a glimpse of heaven’s due

You’ve always been ahead the curve And paradise awaits your nerve To hold on fast and never swerve From the sweet path of nature’s ve…

Fumbling in the dark Searching for my clothes Looking for a girl With my third eye closed

Ever been great at Balance? Then you understand Why I tip my scales.

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