If you could see the soul of me You’d know I am a hate machine A pretty face without obscene But, nonetheless, still dubbed unc…

Rain, rain wash away All the stains of yesterday Here I stand, made of clay Mold me into my today

Walked a labyrinth And wrote a poem Then suddenly It all exploded

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

I’ve driven self along my quest I think it might be time for rest To take steps back and then assess What it might mean to be my best

I only care about you when You exit from my life I only ahh-pper-ec-i-ate When I can’t taste your spice I only know that you are all

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

Ever been great at Balance? Then you understand Why I tip my scales.

Little chipper 'munk Primal, honest, cheeky, sweet Sugar in my ’shine

I cast the blame on you and her That just might be a bit obscured To tell the tale with honest voice I have to acknowledge my choice

If this world’s taught me nothing… It’s that you have to fend for sel… From gnashing teeth and twisted mo… Or sneaky fox in the hen house

I’d like to see Some more of you But only if You think that’s cool If you would want

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