(2015)
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s