Face down in gutter again Seems to be my closest friend Where I land time and again Nothing new except the end
I feel you You feel me Our love happens eventually With an up down Turn us round
I’ve never really cared about me I know I’ll be fine I’m the benchmark of resiliency You’re who’s on my mind
I’m not the one That I should be I’m just the man You came to see Imperfect you
Rain, rain wash away All the stains of yesterday Here I stand, made of clay Mold me into my today
I think I’ve found the reason why I threw my gut instincts aside You had a crazy, fucked up song You made me sing I knew was wrong But now, thank God, I’ve seen the…
She is the one I call my life And nothing like Her sweet and spice So if you want
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
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
One reason I know Our love is first rate, We don’t have to talk To communicate.
Now you know The depths of depravity A man will go For love of his progeny
I choose to be The Most Unclean So you can see The God in thee
We’ve reached the acme of intimacy When I taste like you And you taste like me
You say this I say that We are caught in a rat trap Take a breath Step it back
I’ve lived, died, born, thrived So many times I’ve lost count So it stands to reason Our divine evolution Is the only thing that I care abo…