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

I write poetry Put my heart into it ‘Cause there just might be Someone that gives a shit

Always late Mostly great That’s just how we roll. Got minute For a hit

If you think I’m gonna give up You don’t know shit about me I’m completely stubborn as fuck Ass ain’t got nothin’ on me

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

My daughter said the other day I’m glad my father ran away So we could find relationship Without my mother ruining it

If they push you Push back And go for the throat

My gaze is like a laser beam That scorches souls and torches dr… It melts you down if you would dee… To stay too long within my scene

I’ve driven self along my quest I think it might be time for rest To take steps back and then assess What it might mean to be my best

I loved someone and they hurt me They hurt me like I designed them… You don’t know hell Until you’ve created your own

The journey is far, you guess And possibly arduous You just couldn’t care less ‘Cause the prize is worth the test

Sittin’ in a patio chair Breathin’ in the cool night air Listening to the breeze Rustling leaves in trees I’m being the love of life

Never gonna be The cover of Glamour That sure doesn’t mean I’m not still enamored With your energy