When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
Escogí las palabras Más adecuadas Por lo que yo Quería decir Abrí la boca
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace