(2015)
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes