Well, it’s mind over matter. And, if I don’t mind it don’t matter. No, I’m never gonna make
My creatve juices Are drained From my brain To my veins To my fingertips
A boy who writes poetry is a boy i… A girl named folk leads to trouble When you run with the devil You gonna get burned Silly boy
You ooh ooh oooh Should know by now Should know by now That I eee I eee I eee Won’t stop
Blue skies with scribbles of white Polarized eyes To shade the light
Play it off beat. Call it syncopation. Take a rest. Call it hesitation. Move to the rythm
I wanna be your best kept secret I wanna be your worst mistake The one regret You can’t forget Cause I know
HERE THERE ANYWHERE
I captured you within a lense To ensure the memory last For when the moment comes to pass
Tick Tick Tock Goes the beat Of the clock
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?
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
You sold out to the masses Now a product of your environment Mass production Manican If you could do it all over
Fish Stank Wofting over The shore banks Lofting Within my lungs
Jezebel Oh Jezebel She lures me to her room. She casts her spell And boy I’m swooned,
