There’s one thing You should know about us We’re gonna be Uncomfortably close Here is you

I’m like a pretzel Simple ingredients And a bit twisted

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

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

I’m such an ass You don’t even know Devoid of class No love to bestow I plant despair

Relinquish control Let the Universe have space To exceed expectations

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

Your face Transcends Garnish

I write poetry Put my heart into it ‘Cause there just might be Someone that gives a shit

You have an ideal That I will never fulfill So I have to peel

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

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

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

Your thought forms beauty and beas… Your word produces joy and despair… Your movement brings life and deat… Your power creates your present.

Sometimes I will stare You’re just more interesting Than others in sight