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

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

Whether you want To face it or not I’m still your dad Both of our faults I chose the you

I like your spots I like your dots The things that make you different You’re not like them Pure specimen

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

I’ve said some things that mean a… And said some things you should fo… I throw myself against the wall To see what sticks and what should…

I missed out on Our baby’s clues I didn’t feel Her in your womb But now she’s here

The Earth is my Mother The Heavens my Dad I love my Father But I’m a Momma’s boy at heart

Life after age eight Put downs and berates People don’t like you When they look like fools

I might be self-absorbed But you can’t call me selfish I work upon Myself To help us savor our dish

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

We set out from our little town Across country, “We’re Phoenix bo… Reality! Rubber met ground At least there was a story found

I think it’s just about time for m… Pack on up and head to the Great… Maybe if I sever all my human tie… My outer world will match the one…

You have physicality And I have my mentality You’ve already lost the fight So give it up and say “Good night…

I like pretty girls With really tight curls That know how to dance and move me They gyrate and flex And downright perplex