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

I am a simple, joyful man Without a thing you’d call a plan I bounce around and bump into What I would call my Katmandu

We’ve reached the acme of intimacy When I taste like you And you taste like me

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

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

Never seen Better scenes Than red lights On green trees

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

I wish that you could see myself The way that I see me Then maybe I might be the one That you would call lovely

Face down in gutter again Seems to be my closest friend Where I land time and again Nothing new except the end

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…

Chose a path Not like the rest Takes a strength That can’t be matched But...

I can blend seamlessly Because I find parts of me In ev’ryone I see

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

Seems like I’ve tried so many tim… To kill myself but just won’t die Chosen the worst paths and the cri… And always out the other side

We ate from The Tree Of Knowledge of Good and Evil No higher steeple