Treat yourself Like you wish others Would treat you

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

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

Remembering that fateful day I wish I hadn’t run away I saw the fire in your eyes And it froze me as if a spire I thought I’d have a cooler head

I want the weird one The one that everyone says is not… That one has created a Self That one I can love

My soul knew that I can’t accept A fucked up view or perspective So threw me to the darkest pit To let my love be beacon lit

I’d like to take a bath with you And see a divine point of view I’ll suds you up and be your tool To catch a glimpse of heaven’s due

Caught a glance Just by chance And it somehow moved me Head snapped Thunder clapped

I lived today. I breathed. I moved. I was. I hope I helped.

I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less

I’ve written things and said some… Wagged my tongue and tripped over… Flapped my gums 'til blue in the f… Never a clue how to win the race Huffed and puffed and circumstance…

I passed through little Whitley t… And stopped where locals could be… When I pulled up, I heard a sound Angel’s voice in Dolby surround It was a sweet, but tearful song

Little girls and gay men Love them some Jonathan Can’t reciprocate Wish them a life great

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…