To see the best of me Play a symphony That moves my feet
I like your spots I like your dots The things that make you different You’re not like them Pure specimen
I can blend seamlessly Because I find parts of me In ev’ryone I see
She’s a bad-ass bitch That talks with a lisp And I pity the fool that would fi… She’ll shove your face in the dirt And make your everything hurt
I am a simple, joyful man Without a thing you’d call a plan I bounce around and bump into What I would call my Katmandu
I think I’ve found the reason why I threw my gut instincts aside You had a crazy, fucked up song You made me sing I knew was wrong But now, thank God, I’ve seen the…
I had to shut everyone out To find my Self So I could let everyone in
Elaborate mazes Of conjured phrases Tickle the ear Of literary peers But don’t read the type
The Earth is my Mother The Heavens my Dad I love my Father But I’m a Momma’s boy at heart
We were having the time of our liv… Two friends seeking joy We bonded over the basest things Doughnuts, kerosene, and Playboys
I give you an inch You try for a mile I’m glad I spoke up And still made you smile
I like pretty girls With really tight curls That know how to dance and move me They gyrate and flex And downright perplex
Mostly I want To be myself Something special To someone else
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
Jonathan and Jordan Sitting in a tree M-u-s-s-i-n-g First comes souls Then comes mates
