When they say “Two wrongs don’t make a right.” What I hear is “Don’t confuse justice with spite.…

Lord and Jesus Christ Don’t forget the lice Spiders, ticks, and skeeters All the heeby-jeebers They’ve got their own place

I’m like a pretzel Simple ingredients And a bit twisted

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

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

I write poetry Put my heart into it ‘Cause there just might be Someone that gives a shit

I have a grip that’s never loose That’s why I always get my goose I dig my claws into your soul Until I’m your silver and gold

Would you wanna hang out some time To see if dreams maybe align Feels like our rhythms could be rh… And these voices might harmonize

You’ll have to take It slow with me That’s just the way Things have to be I’m sensitive

I’m in the darkness You can’t intervene It’s just what I need For light to shine clean

If you think I’m gonna give up You don’t know shit about me I’m completely stubborn as fuck Ass ain’t got nothin’ on me

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

All of Us As Us For Us

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

You ever dream That we could have A love so great A smooth so salve It’s in the cards