Don’t try to be divine ‘Cause we’ve always been Just try to be yourself My out fits your in

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…

We were formed In relation To this world Our creation

I drank a fifth of rum last night It wasn’t worth the morning plight If I could do it all again I’d have eight shots... or maybe t…

To tell you the truth I relish your cum It’s the best homage To a job well done

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

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

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

Mom and Dad don’t love you They’re already tuned To their own sweet song Fireflies in June You are just an extra

Somehow when I write It comes out in time Words seem to flow out In a catchy rhyme Things just sorta happen

I am a Libra, can’t you see The meaning of dichotomy The this and that, the you and me The balance and disparity

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

She is the one I call my life And nothing like Her sweet and spice So if you want

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 can blend seamlessly Because I find parts of me In ev’ryone I see