At eighteen I wasn’t your scene At nineteen I made you my queen Twenty, and time’s went on Twenty one, I decided to move on Twenty two, and I’m still not ove…

It’s hotter than a two dollar pist… Sharper than a thorn and thistle And no one can whistle Cause thier thoats are dry In this deep fried

HERE THERE ANYWHERE

Dress up in your Sunday bestest Collared shirts and black dresses Break the bread pass the cup Drink the wine And get in touch

Tick Tick Tock Goes the beat Of the clock

Castaway Come back to me Like the waves do to the shore I dont want to be a grain of sand Time lapsing in your hand

Hospital Bills Spilled Pills Blood, dust, and rust Broken frames and shattered glass Cracks Creaks, and Screams

You And Collide And Intertwine

You ooh ooh oooh Should know by now Should know by now That I eee I eee I eee Won’t stop

I think I’m falling Falling Falling Falling for her I think I’m falling

You were my first You were my last You were my worst You were my best Over you

Bright April Earth Begins To unsettle Shedding away

I don’t wanna be a prime. Or as bitter as a lime Spending all my time alone I’d rather be a lemon So

Stumbling around With my eyes closed I never found love at all Until I read The cryptics on the wall

Dan. Dan the man with a plan Who unlike his brother Stan Reluctantly refuses to lend a hand Is always willing to help his fell…