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…
There’s a certain point Where I put down my joint And fucking end you
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
It’s really hard to get inside My inner circle, past my spies But if you think it’s worth a try You just might find a paradise
Two is one One is none That’s the world we live in Relative Perspective
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
I live a beautiful fantasy Standing before surging human seas Caught up in their own revelry Of my soul laid bare for all to se…
You showed me the switch And all that comes with it Karma’s a bitch
I’ve lived my life And seen some things Heard bitchin’ tunes Tasted my dreams But if you want
You say you’re broken I see pieces made to fit You say you don’t know I see the truth hidden in it Hidden in You
Open your heart to love So you might be able To love your open heart
We were formed In relation To this world Our creation
I’ve never really cared about me I know I’ll be fine I’m the benchmark of resiliency You’re who’s on my mind
You hurt me so bad And though I have the right I still care enough To not turn out the lights
My brain doesn’t work like it norm… It doesn’t think of the funny rema… Or witty sayings It doesn’t jump from scene to scen… Most of the time it’s too busy