Sittin’ in a patio chair Breathin’ in the cool night air Listening to the breeze Rustling leaves in trees I’m being the love of life

There’s a certain kind of type That always does it right Elicits smiles and tears In the space between your ears The only sort of religion

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

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

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

Now you know The depths of depravity A man will go For love of his progeny

I embrace your wild side And all that it entails Presence, passion, overkill And dirt beneath my nails

If they push you Push back And go for the throat

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

My gaze is like a laser beam That scorches souls and torches dr… It melts you down if you would dee… To stay too long within my scene

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

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

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

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

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