(2009)
Hospital Bills Spilled Pills Blood, dust, and rust Broken frames and shattered glass Cracks Creaks, and Screams
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
Blue skies with scribbles of white Polarized eyes To shade the light
There’s a man on the run A fugitive with a gun I thought I never see the day For this to cross into my county’s Lines
Those not busy being born Are busy dying Get busy living Or get busy dying I’m trying
I feel like an interstate median Heavy traffic on both sides of me People coming People going People pushing
Why is everyone so uptight While I try to right my wrongs Claiming I drum To the beat of my own song Is not life a sing along?
Jezebel Oh Jezebel She lures me to her room. She casts her spell And boy I’m swooned,
You sold out to the masses Now a product of your environment Mass production Manican If you could do it all over
February. February 7, 2011 at 2:23pm A parrot mug and a cookie mess you made it effortless
Dress up in your Sunday bestest Collared shirts and black dresses Break the bread pass the cup Drink the wine And get in touch
You say you want a love just like… But we all know that shit is oh so… For love’s not a game of make or b… It’s a game of give and take So smile empty soul
We never made it through the winte… And how I long to see you in the… With a birth of a new moon And flowers coming into bloom I bet you look beautiful in the sp…
Cold Coffee Cigarettes Dirty Fingernails Messy hair Itchy beard
Run, run, run away Gotta get away Believe me when I say Run, run, run, away Gotta get away
