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

Fish Stank Wofting over The shore banks Lofting Within my lungs

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

February. February 7, 2011 at 2:23pm A parrot mug and a cookie mess you made it effortless

You sold out to the masses Now a product of your environment Mass production Manican If you could do it all over

I must confess I am a mess Sleepless And Restless

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

Play it off beat. Call it syncopation. Take a rest. Call it hesitation. Move to the rythm

Cold Coffee Cigarettes Dirty Fingernails Messy hair Itchy beard

I captured you within a lense To ensure the memory last For when the moment comes to pass

I want to wake up early See the sunrise with my own eyes with my own eyes Orange burst into blue

Jezebel Oh Jezebel She lures me to her room. She casts her spell And boy I’m swooned,

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