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

When we realize That our imperfections are Our emperfections

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

There’s one thing I’ve never had in my life And I feel I’d regret Not tasting the spice It’s lean, it’s mean

There was a little girl in town That always wore a big ol’ crown She ran and danced about the stree… The townspeople were less than swe… They said “What is this wild chil…

You showed me the switch And all that comes with it Karma’s a bitch

I’ll tear myself from limb to limb For you to suture up again It feels like the perfect win/win To play our roles, morals and sin

Open your heart to love So you might be able To love your open heart

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

It feels like I’ve created a life Centered around mostly sacrifice And I don’t want to be your Jesus… So I’ll be the Devil Bass line to your treble

I cast the blame on you and her That just might be a bit obscured To tell the tale with honest voice I have to acknowledge my choice

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

If we would just ask Mother Nature for answers We might find our truths

My daughter said the other day I’m glad my father ran away So we could find relationship Without my mother ruining it