Am I sober? Not really
Does it matter? Not at all
I meant to do this in person
Instead settled on a call

You see I've been thinkin
You may think that I'm jokin
Because it came with some drinkin
And whole lot of smokin

Yet, please believe me
What I whisper, in your ear
Although my thoughts mostly hazy
My passion for you, remains always clear

I no clue if you feel
Here the way that I do
Girly I'm tellin you real
I don't have to be drunk
To say I love you

My heart it feels, the scar tissue form
The engraving of TM, forever trademark
The light in my soul goes out
It will remain, forever dark

So broken down, I finally know true pain
For it showers me, like the May rain
You brought me up, and threw me down
Hope I can swim, or in my tears I'll drown

So I hope your happy, and you can get by with ease
For my trademarked heart, will always tease
For you I'd stay sober, except for tonight
This ***** in me, will erase the scar tissue, out of sight

What are you
Why, I'm a writer
Witty with words
Just a lyrical fighter

To be a writer
is to be mad
Yes happy I am
Dressed in all black clad

The world around me
is different from yours
While your fighting people
I'm fighting word wars

To be a writer
Is to be insane
For your closed minded
but I've opened my brain

My edges are frayed
I am tattered and torn
My life is in ruins
I must be reborn

For I have hurt those I love
and hurt myself worse
Say goodnight to the old me
For he rides in a hearse

I've done you wrong
yet I offer no apology
Only this plea, that you shall
remain forever, always with me

I will rebuild myself,
with the help from you
You are my creator
to create the new

The new me
the new us
The new you
and I

Sweetheart please try
to hear my whispers
of love
from my heart

I'm glad
were together
For my
brand new start

Bohemian baby, yeah thats what I am
Using rhapsody words, to write my jam
Vocals and lyrics, make a different sense to all
Changes I embrace, sometimes cause my fall
Bahama mama, I write for thee
Sand in my hair, and I'm livin free!
Beautiful coral, could cut me like a knife
Sailing the seas of words, now thats my life
Rays from the sun, make my unnatural color
My Calypso, she is my mother
From all of this, Caribbean joy
Raised on the island, a bahama bohemian boy