There’s a certain point Where I put down my joint And fucking end you

Face down in gutter again Seems to be my closest friend Where I land time and again Nothing new except the end

It feels like I’ve created a life Centered around mostly sacrifice And I don’t want to be your Jesus… So I’ll be the Devil Bass line to your treble

One reason I know Our love is first rate, We don’t have to talk To communicate.

She’s a bad-ass bitch That talks with a lisp And I pity the fool that would fi… She’ll shove your face in the dirt And make your everything hurt

If they push you Push back And go for the throat

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

If we would just ask Mother Nature for answers We might find our truths

I’m such an ass You don’t even know Devoid of class No love to bestow I plant despair

Go ahead Do your thing I’m waiting With open wings

I wish that you could see myself The way that I see me Then maybe I might be the one That you would call lovely

We were having the time of our liv… Two friends seeking joy We bonded over the basest things Doughnuts, kerosene, and Playboys

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

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

I pour my heart into these prose Because I feel I need to go Into the darkness that will show What needs to surface from below