To see the best of me Play a symphony That moves my feet

Maybe you could teach me how To tighten up my shit And maybe I could show you how To loosen up a bit Maybe we could be the spark

I’m not sure how I’ve come this f… From sinking pit to shooting star. Could it be when I loved my scars… Or when I chose to be this bard? Maybe, it happened, as a lark.

I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less

The waves, curls, cowlicks; Your idiosyncrasies Make me love you more.

You’ve always been ahead the curve And paradise awaits your nerve To hold on fast and never swerve From the sweet path of nature’s ve…

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

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

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

I want the weird one The one that everyone says is not… That one has created a Self That one I can love

I’m not the one That I should be I’m just the man You came to see Imperfect you

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

Just being yourself Is the absolute best way To show the world love

I like your spots I like your dots The things that make you different You’re not like them Pure specimen

Be... Fun loving Hard working Compassionate And ruthless