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
Martins are a special breed Set apart from rest, indeed Took me in when was in need Of a home and love extreme
We ate from The Tree Of Knowledge, Good and Evil No higher steeple
You read books and take advice On what you should do in life Only thing you need to know Is what makes your passions grow
Blue used to be my favorite color. Now I prefer (purple). (purple) is like blue, but more in… You’re my (more interesting, favor…
My heart tells me That you’re no good I’m pretty sure That’s why I should I’ve never been
When we realize That our imperfections are Our emperfections
I like to walk the razor’s edge I need to tiptoe through minefield… Don’t worry I’m a Libra If I have nothing else
Face down in gutter again Seems to be my closest friend Where I land time and again Nothing new except the end
When they say “Two wrongs don’t make a right.” What I hear is “Don’t confuse justice with spite.…
We were formed In relation To this world Our creation
I embrace your wild side And all that it entails Presence, passion, overkill And dirt beneath my nails
You create yourself Then see better solutions Cue evolution
I am a primal beast, at best That needs to smell your sweet ess… It’s not enough when you’re outsid… I need your stank within my life
Let me make Home for you That rivals Kathmandu Hugs, kisses
