As we walk outside tonight
Did you ever think there was a light?
A God-like force to guide our day
To keep us safe, when in harms way
There is my dear
There is a light
To guide us on our walk tonight
It glows, it shines
But has human form
With wings so light and soft,
Not wrapped on those who don’t believe
They’re angels child, you must believe
And begin to be guided with me

She has skin cancer
scabby, dark, and misshapen.
Love brings the healing.

Gloria, gloria, gloria
Such euphoria
To hug and hold
She's getting old.

She's struggling with her mother.
Father isn't there.
It's true that they both love her,
But she doesn't ******* care.
14 years old and homeless,
hotel living with her madre.
Someday she'll be normal
Someday, someday, someday.

For God loves a mouth breather
Dressed sad and bad and dumpy.
God loves a mouth breather,
who is shy and talks funny

17 now, near a high school diploma.
Still struggling to socialize without all the drama.
Rather spend her time with the parrots and palomas.
Becoming super wise, just like her mama.
Losing faith in God,
But at least she has a Hyundai.
'Cause someday she'll be normal
Someday, someday, someday.

She can't stand up straight, and is a little overweight.
But she ain't one that you should underestimate.
For someday is today, and it's never too late
To feel like you fit in, and to accept your fate.

For God loves a mouth breather
Dressed sad and bad and dumpy
God loves a mouth breather
Who is shy and talks funny

Walking on eggshells
Heel to toe
One broken hearted
But you wouldn't know...
Two crying eyes
Creating great seas
Three different people
one of them me
Four lies have been spoken
Five hours ago
There were Six Windows
Seven were closed
Eight were the women
You told me were friends
Nine are the moments
I'd trust you again
Ten are the ways, decent to tell
I love you so dearly...now please go to hell

My man Jim
don't play no hymns.
At least on bass
in any case.

Lana Del Rey
Has the girls and gays
She gives them butterflies
Wears fake lashes on her eyes.

Howl, Ginsberg ***!
Lovely for the **** and *****.
Smarter than my ****.

My heart ached for so long.
And you told me it was alright.
Realizing to smoke is pain,
I thought about you all night.
July of my last trip,
Ugly, boring, and a shame.
A newfound freedom
Never fiending for you again.
A new leaf I have turned, fake friend!

Is love a game?
It's all new to me,
because I've never known
a lasting love, a passionate love
with two together
forever and ever.

Is love like stars?
Like the universe expanding
and seemingly endless?
A finite love
or a growing love?
Two together
like the birds in a shrub.

If love is a game
then I think you have won.
I saw us together but now we are done.

If love is like stars
then it weighs a ton.
But can it be continuous and still lots of fun?

Maybe there is less to prove
if two can stay two and still find the groove.
So let's make love and have love.
Let's be in loving endeavor together.
Us kids in a tub.

Do you remember all the days?
We used to sing,
To laugh and play?
To smell the weeds we thought were flowers
To dance inside the April showers
To sing and smile the clouds away
To just be friends anyway
Be free and peaceful
Joyful and light
Not dark and gloomy
Just happy, and bright.

Hanging around the court
and I want to know why,
Why none of you have come to see me.
I've been laughing, I've been crying.
This is surely a cruel joke.
I haven't a retort.
Because I've felt this way before.
It's like dreaming that I'm dyin.

Please help me now
Because I've got nowhere to go.
Please take me in your arms,
take me out, and take me home.
Please tell me if I make it.
I'm running out of life.
I've fallen to pieces.
I'm spending all my time.

You treat me like I'm crazy
I hate it when you lie.
Do you think that I won't listen?
I listen all the time.
But you feel so far away my friend when you are by my side.
I face alone a lonely war
about whose first to cry.

Seeking justice but I am so alone. I wish you would hold my hand and that we could bone.

Now I'm walking to a restaurant
where I will surely cry,
because I miss you and resent you,
and I think that you know why.
It's all so that I'll call you?
A mission to abort.
Because it's me you should be missing
and I haven't a retort.

Please call me now
Because I've got nowhere to go.
Please take me in your arms,
take me out, and take me home.
Please tell me if I make it.
I'm running out of life.
I've fallen to pieces.
and I'm wasting too much time.

Too much time my friend.
Be by my side.

He lives in a world of beauty
Self-propelled by his own grace.
He generates his own butterflies,
And the stars in his eyes
Match the moons they are.
His skin is tan and soft,
A comfort to have next to me
Like a subtle sun kiss,
Or a warm summer breeze.
He is perfect, because he claims it.
His beauty is from the inside,
But generates outward as to embrace you
As I want him to embrace me,
So that I can be a part of something beautiful.

Living in a big white van
In Southern California, with blue eyes and a tan.
Living with my mother, and the stars, and the sand.
Life is what you make it. Money doesn't understand.
Wearing Mom's underwear. Just like Peter Pan.

No money to wash my clothes
It's wear them or feel exposed.
I know I should turn up my nose.
But mother doesn't seem to mind,
and honestly, they fit just fine.

Living in a big white van,
Outside McDonalds, without a coke or a plan.
Living with the roaches. No job 'cause I was canned.
Life is a total nightmare. I cannot withstand.
Wearing Mom's underwear. Just like Peter Pan.

No money to wash my clothes
It's wear them or feel exposed.
I know I should turn up my nose.
But mother doesn't seem to mind,
and honestly, they fit just fine.

Sometimes fate can be so cruel
Self-defecating cause you're far too broke.
These underwear make you uncool.
But no-one knows you are a joke.

No money to wash my clothes
It's wear them or feel exposed.
I know I should turn up my nose.
But mother doesn't seem to mind,
and honestly, they fit just fine.