It has stopped me with purpose On purpose What did I do to deserve this Oh yes I live where absurd is
I thought I loved you From the things I calculated But I realized it’s just to compl… Honostly the feeling has just fade… Love and lust are not close they a…
I am the paper inked And I am the paper I am the thoughts that think And I am the thinker I am the final drink
Sometimes we just have to leap Eyes closed Over a river so deep When we erase our thoughts Inside our minds
I punched a wall Then a built a house. I stepped on an ant. Then I saved a mouse. I cussed at my love
The grass is green and overgrown The sound machine is Out of tone It’s hard in this world Alone
My brain is on a Manual shift From the words that fall From your lips Come on now
Death come for all us All of us alike... So why are we concerned With color and height?
Filling in the gaps Not completing the spots Laying in the Earth And thinking a lot I shout up to Heaven
My vernacular is Far from spectacular. In my arrangement I’ll never change it. But I’m always after her,
Her words are so simple Her eyes are so sweet Her presence makes me tingle From my head to my feet Her hair is nice
Everyone starts out as green But hues change from what we’ve se… Cues that we bring, Thoughts that we string, As we lean,
When our lips touched hers and min… I got a tangling sensation Up my spine As my hands move south I cup her breasts
Northerns saaaaay so-duh pop! Southerners saaaaay Damn! It’s hot!
Can we grasp a feeling Thrown so carelessly? As we take our seats Beneath the thinking tree. Looking at it all
