Honesty is a naked truth standing
in the middle of a clear desert
on a pale moon night
with skin the color of temperature,
eyes the depth of oceans,
a glass of whisky in one hand
and an invitation to forgiveness in the other.

Let's be honest.

I'm your Get Well card.
I musta got lost in the mail but I'm here now.
Follow my instructions.

Now it's your turn-
be my acceptance letter.
Be my eleventh birthday wish.
Be my lifetime supply of ego boosts.
Be my church bell, be my armor,
be my ****.

I've got a few decades left
and I was kinda lookin' for somebody to spend 'em with.

Let's burn calendars like the universe burns stars.
Without reason.

You'll find a lot objects in this galaxy get struck by meteors.
Lucky for you, all my ugly's on the surface.
Get past that
and you're good.

The whisky is for celebration.
The invitation is BYOB.