My eyes are in leather sheaths because they have to be
Otherwise, my emotions would be so plain to see
The only thing that gives me away is my mouth that spills the words that will be the unrelenting death of me!

The depth of me?  I don't know man!  You tell me, because all I see is your face staring back at me;
cold truth with a sprinkle of angry
and a dash of salt.  The full moon is the only time I can blame it on lunacy,
otherwise my crazy sticks out like a hot **** on a cold day!

Why do I do this to myself?  Because it pains me if I don't!
Besides, I love to imagine that look on your face when you read me
somewhere between that guy falling off his bike and your mom's new brownie recipe.
Ba ha ha ha!  Seriously though.  I don't care what you think of me.

As long as when I speak, you think at all.  That makes me happy.
That gets me through my day.  If you're gonna walk around with your ******* face glued to your phone, might as well read something that made your brain hurt a little, *****!

Peace man, be easy...