Ain't no one trying to be true.
no more I'm hiding my blue.
just once, try someone's stew,
and you might get a clue.
these words are long overdue.

Stews simmer, hieroglyphs are forever.
Form them carefully together
because someone who's clever
will sever them forever.
Don't let your tongue become leather.

For awhile, for too long,
I tried to wake up
and smell her smile,
even after I walked,
a few miles, to get her
car out of a snow pile.
she told me she had me
fine, played another
style, only she had on file,
that left it all defiled.

These little lines formed,
to make familiar
symbols, so my brain
can recognize and not forget
to pick up the milk
from the store,
are the only things I can
handle now.

Winter's summer night is
Mother nature's one night
stand.
Just a tease, flashes
just a sparkle of the
light in her eyes, until she
lays vengeance.
Now, let's take the weights off.
No more talk of superstition,
no more pressure.  
There's no more strength
to bare anything, anymore,
anyway.
Just lay on the floor.
Let's just flip records.
Forget about before.
Hold my mind, close our eyes,
before no time
commits its crime.

Flip the record,
lay on the floor,
let's just forget
about before.
Hold my mind
close our eyes,
before no time
commits its crime.

There ain't no moon to
guide a tide, nothing my
flow can't ride.
It'll be fine if you call me
beautiful just once more or
even if you just said hello,
before it's time to go.
The sun will still
burn hydrogen and
I'll get through the night. 
I can't leave until the sun
is up and the beer is gone.
I puffed all my smoke,
you always have one more
with another tune or two
because we speak through
all of those songs to seize
our few moments together.

government trust,
they'll give you lead water to boil.
with a side of mad cow protein
extra super loaded meat
alternative facts,
political discussion,
oxymorons with huge repercussions