Simplify your poetry.

Make it fit for a pop song.

Simplify your poetry,
make it fit for me,
your little *****.

Not everyone is in.

Not everyone is in
a position
to feel sorry
for their own souls.

I wanna write it tonight.
I wanna write it right now.
I wanna hide from the light,
out of sight right now.

I wanna cry
once I find
the line that fits
for you, you

don't
get most
things that I write,
most things that I like.

After five
hundred sunrises
L.A. has nothing
to say to you.

Went to your house
for dinner last night,
all your
family's frames
were crooked,
girl,

don't make me write
tonight,
I've already
doubled my
entendre
once or twice
in spite of you.

Snow, snow
on the tip of her nose
sick of sincere
now spare me some change,

low, low
lo-fi guy,
his is coming at the wrong time,
I'm
all out of line.

Learn, learn
what did you learn?
What did you learn while
burning the truth?

Burn, burn,
what would I do?
What would I do if I wasn't
burning for you?

Snow, snow
on the tip of her nose,
chicken head chokin'
on a piece of advice.

Last night you made me
Lower my inhibitions
Let you in.
I looked into your eyes
And saw everything.
You kissed me and I melted
Felt my worries fading away
I couldnt think straight
I was overwhelmed by you.
The way you hold me and draw me close
the way you moan when I touch you
You give yourself over completely
I must have done something right.
I keep falling for you
You intrigue and excite me
We are so natural together
Cruel that you have to go.
I will be waiting for your return
To kiss and hold you
To lie in your arms and tall
To drive you crazy with me
I want you to know
you're special to me
In every single way.