You’re nineteen You can choose who to be Nineteen Maybe fancy and free Nineteen

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

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

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

I feel you You feel me Our love happens eventually With an up down Turn us round

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

Always classy Never trashy Kinda sassy Sweet thing Ashley

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

Darkness envelops Veins of fire rend the abyss God’s awemazing works

I wanna kiss your scars I wanna smell your stank I wanna taste your tears I wanna lick your taint I wanna hold you close

I see a bee pollinate a flower I see a girl dance to her favorite… I see two men swing and dissolve I see a wolf thin a herd I see You, being You, just to be…

Jonathan and Jordan Sitting in a tree M-u-s-s-i-n-g First comes souls Then comes mates

Blue used to be my favorite color. Now I prefer (purple). (purple) is like blue, but more in… You’re my (more interesting, favor…

If they push you Push back And go for the throat

My soul knew that I can’t accept A fucked up view or perspective So threw me to the darkest pit To let my love be beacon lit