I could have had a gorgeous hug
from a daughter as a morning mug,
stimulates without the alcohol,
or a son at his first day at School,
A father washing the dishes each night
as she cooks, its the thing that's right.

I'm cooking into a storm
eating all the grassy worms,
You could always dish
but I couldn't take it.

Gorgeous is the Unicorn's mane
Gone tomorrow a useless name,
bring on all the storm's lightning
Harrowing is truth she sings.

Eyes sting of that sea salt,
I walked in amongst a cult
and the realization
was still loneliness.

How low can a shadow branch
as rusty shotgun at a ranch,
terrible are leaves diseased,
but at least they are conceived.

And the fiery flames in your hands
don't hesitate like little clams,
And a borderline in chalk
The shadows always walk.

Never will try to amend
You always dish it out
but I couldn't take it,
lonely is the saucer about
I'm tired of all fleeting
I'll never be your friend,
emotions are in drought
Keep wishing I will die,
I'll emerge a butterfly.

Keep dishing it out,
I refuse to....
but my emotions
always feels it.