I have no tricks. I have no sleeves. I have only me. And that’s enough.

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

I’ve lost my joy Not sure where it went I can’t remember It’s sweet smelling scent It had to do

I don’t know what, quite, will unf… I only see silver and gold That’s all I need to tightly hold Onto this dream of getting old

It won’t be pretty the tears the snot the mess Lifetimes

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

I’ll make you pucker And turn your stomach So take me with a grain of salt

Fumbling in the dark Searching for my clothes Looking for a girl With my third eye closed

I’d like to find someone That celebrates my self Except this life’s taught me You can’t trust no one else They see your loving charms

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

My love is like a laser beam That melts you down and makes you… It comes and goes just like a drea… Because the bright is touch obscen…

I gave a shit But you didn’t Next time around You’ll be the clown

Martins are a special breed Set apart from rest, indeed Took me in when was in need Of a home and love extreme

I know we have a special bond Because we can’t help get along Find pleasure in the naughty songs And all the rights within our wron…

It’s quite a process To create a person