My parents threw me to the pits When I was just a little kid That’s why I only know the cold And loving touch is stranglehold

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

Never seen Better scenes Than red lights On green trees

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

The waves, curls, cowlicks; Your idiosyncrasies Make me love you more.

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

Agile Mobile Versatile Tactile Virile

I am not an actor That is plain to see I am just a shepherd Tending to his sheep Try to keep them safe from

Embrace the darkness It’s the only way That your light can shine

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

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

I’ve always been Out on the run I’ve never felt Like had a home And then one day

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

Old school Playing a groove of the used to Small few Hailed by hipsters and still cool Lo-fi

There’s a certain kind of type That always does it right Elicits smiles and tears In the space between your ears The only sort of religion