My feelings for you are written  
As if upon the stone
Which will stay
Long after each of us are gone
Whether or not
Independent of anything
You and I are written
Whether or not we sing

What’s it like
To be a nutt bust muse?
Does the force send over vibes
When I’m busting a nutt
While thinking of you?
Nutts in shells
Will sort of do

I’ve decided
It’s not unhealthy
But who is ever right
In diagnosing their dreams?
How much does how it seems
Personally
Pollute
What really
Should be?

For whatever it be
You feel heathy to me
Blessing me
Creatively
With a vision
Horizon
Maybe you see
It as unhealthy
And possibly
It could be
I have an addictive personality

Can’t figure why you stay away
I tell myself you won’t want to someday
You could come
Or you could go
Please do something to make it so
Whichever way the stream will flow
We still gonna get there slow
But I need to know which way to go
Set me on my journey to find a home
And if it ain’t with you
Tell me to roam

It is my job to like myself
I am not gonna sell out
And be the typa person
I cannot like.
Things that are only my own business
But this is only how I feel about me
Whether you like you
Is your business, too

I ain’t never gonna really leave
Unless you ask me to
And then I’d go
Happy for you