My parents threw me to the pits When I was just a little kid That’s why I only know the cold And loving touch is stranglehold

People tell me not to think About my own demise But what if that’s the only thing That brightens up my eyes

Each moment at hand Is open invitation To the promised land

I passed through little Whitley t… And stopped where locals could be… When I pulled up, I heard a sound Angel’s voice in Dolby surround It was a sweet, but tearful song

My baby’s got Curly red hair Shimmering eyes Freckles to spare Likes to play games

We were having the time of our liv… Two friends seeking joy We bonded over the basest things Doughnuts, kerosene, and Playboys

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

Flesh of my flesh Bone of my bone Please hear your partner In all his earnest If you are willing

I’ve never known The salve of rest I’ve only felt Drums in my chest And when I think

If I had one wish in this world It’s that you would be daddy’s gir… You’d look to me to cure the ills Or when you just might feel like t…

Rain, rain wash away All the stains of yesterday Here I stand, made of clay Mold me into my today

I need to be Out in the bush Not just a mere Craving or crush It’s a huge piece

Never gonna be The cover of Glamour That sure doesn’t mean I’m not still enamored With your energy

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