(2014)
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
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’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
