I am sorry for you
your tragic land it
saddens me and it
makes you ill the
place you thought would
save your life it's
draining it I
miss you so
little I can
do from here you
spin out further
and I only
nod my head
I am powerless
don't fade away.

Nothing is like this picture
It plays the same each time
White sheets brighter under sunlight
You lie on your side, there's nothing better
I stare into you to see if you look away
But you smile and blink your morning eyes
And this moment has to last forever
Because if it won't my heart will sever
Twisted sheets that measure pleasure
Keep me tangled up with you

There exists this one type of sauce
It's hot and this sauce is the boss
Put it on eggs, pizza, or toast
All of the snacks that we love the most
No matter the cost, there's never a loss
When it comes to the boss, hot sauce.

****** Colombiana
Dressed in red
Her name was Ana
Leaned in close
She named her price
Expensive taste
Aim to entice
Desperado,  El Caballero
Like Cisco Kid
The hall was narrow
Was on her knees
Always prayed
In his pocket
Underpaid
En Colombia la vida loca
Slowly reached
Her skin like mocha
A forty-five
To Ana’s head
Mucho dinero
****** dead

This can be our little game,
We can do it once, maybe,
But I won’t roll the dice again
And I am not your baby, maybe
I will let you play once more
And you can place your bet and
Then I’ll return the favor to
Remind you you’re in debt;
You owe yourself some consequence
Roll over, just keep still but
I can still persuade your strings and
Make you dance against your will.

Lost days
Thoughts, waves
Used things
Sweet, forever
Secret dreams,
Your acid face.
Light the match,
It never burns,
So instead we drown and
Play, watching, waiting
While they breathe lies,
It gets clearer.
This needs change and
We surrendered hazily;
Maybe it isn’t hopeless.

Piano played softly
Sets the tone for a mood,
Looking out the window
Watching life roll by
All things surrendered
It is just me and you now.
Sooner or later, the truth will come out.
It will all come down to
A barrel in my mouth,
My foot on the edge
And in that moment,
One way or another
I will be enlightened.
For God and all things holy
Put your foot on the brake.
Over and out,
Houston, we have a problem.
Intricacies are tangling me,
I go blue in the face.
Discharge the patient,
Scalpel please
Hands where I can see them
Get down on your knees.
Watch them saunter away
This summer day
It's not what you woke up for.
Could’ve sworn there was sun,
Thought I remembered the heat
With my finger on the trigger
To you it tastes sweet.