Give me... A campfire, Smokes, And a bottle of rum; I’ll regale you all night long.

I hope you have her desire for ord… With a bit of mine to vex And my penchant to look ever inwar… Tempered with hers to project I hope you have my cool demeanor

I need to get him out So he feels the treat Of an empty bladder Grass beneath his feet

Elaborate mazes Of conjured phrases Tickle the ear Of literary peers But don’t read the type

Because you exist Is the best reason For you to persist

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

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

I knew I loved you When I looked in your eyes Recollection of places Not seen in a while Bright, sunny, and free

We might be just a bit fucked up And, God, I hope that’s true ‘Cause that means life is nothing… The deepest passion’s hue

Wish I was a shepherd With a flock of sheep Sitting on a hillside Grass beneath my feet Watching over loved ones

The journey is far, you guess And possibly arduous You just couldn’t care less ‘Cause the prize is worth the test

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

You think I’ve got it all figured… I don’t know what’s more wrong I’ve only seen just a glimpse of… You’ve been Her all along

You create yourself Then see better solutions Cue evolution

My God loves puddles I know because I watched two girl… Complete, innocent, borderline rec… That’s My God