My brain doesn’t work like it norm… It doesn’t think of the funny rema… Or witty sayings It doesn’t jump from scene to scen… Most of the time it’s too busy
I cast the blame on you and her That just might be a bit obscured To tell the tale with honest voice I have to acknowledge my choice
I’m such an ass You don’t even know Devoid of class No love to bestow I plant despair
I embrace your wild side And all that it entails Presence, passion, overkill And dirt beneath my nails
Seems like I’ve tried so many tim… To kill myself but just won’t die Chosen the worst paths and the cri… And always out the other side
I’m just looking for An open invitation To bathe you in love
There’s a certain point Where I put down my joint And fucking end you
She is the one I call my life And nothing like Her sweet and spice So if you want
Never seen Better scenes Than red lights On green trees
We were formed In relation To this world Our creation
Each moment at hand Is open invitation To the promised land
We might be just a bit fucked up And, God, I hope that’s true ‘Cause that means life is nothing… The deepest passion’s hue
There’s shit on your face You just threw up in your mouth Couldn’t be cuter
Really want to ask you out ‘Cause I feel a special bout Of the things we dream about Discipline and love devout
