I love that you push me to be who I am and do what I do
I can't even express how much I care about you
and even if I did you would never believe me
because even if you were to leave here
I would be just fine, life would continue down its line
but there will always be that glimmer of memory

that moment of time that I stole from you to be with me
I would always keep that, you can never take that from me
I would keep that forever and have it for a midnight snack
I would keep that on a leash, you can never have it back!
That's the truth and I would think back on it and smile
that I at least had you with me for a while
love lasts a long time, but a memory is forever
and the memory of you will last a lifetime, its now or never

the current chapter

I wish I was a knight in the medieval ages
sometimes it would seem easier to turn these pages
loyalty, honesty, and undying devotion
are the only true  feelings I can think of putting in motion
Its not proper though in this life of today
you get taken advantage of when you act this way

we can pretend though and get away from it all
I can be your knight and you can be my gypsy
I can taste your breath and you can taste my whiskey
I can run away from this and I would take you with me
we can dirty up that mattress and dance until we both bleed

bright red blood the color of crimson is whats inside of us
the fire red passion, it burns inside me as I ride this bus
we can stay together and abuse our trust
sit with each other in the lunchroom and try not to bust
up laughing as were having fun at each others expense
you thought i was gonna be dirty huh?
you cant be dirty no matter what kind of sex you have when its love

and im not talking about anything with white doves
its more like cake with a red jelly filling
its nothing too complex but its just so thrilling
you bake it, you cut it, and you eat it all up
with a tall glass of milk but its still not enough
that's about how I feel about my gypsy
damn, i just can't get enough of my missy

How I feel (don't ever fucking question that - Atmosphere)

Enough to hold you to the brightest of lights,
to place you dangerously close to that sun,
enough to acknowledge the flaws you can't ignore
and recognize the cause of what's done is done,
more than enough to put my name behind my ideals,
and neglect my logic twice daily.
enough to keep me looking for my Lucy in the sky with gems,
when I remember how you used to call me baby,
enough to look in my mirror with detest for every tear you shed regardless of
why you wept,
enough to curse any man who can't appreciate the depth of the ocean I swam
till I ran out of breath.

I love you, don't ever fucking question that,
that's why we'll probably never get along.
if I was better at finding the right words to say, I wouldn't need to write
these mother fucking songs.

I love you, I love you [faded]
never, don't ever fucking question that, don't ever fucking question that.
riding the public transit,
I study the blank stares to answer my questions of how and why I got so many
grey hairs. I take care of the nervous that runs through my extension cord,
and I reflect on that reoccurring dream where we met the Lord.
single file lines, to give her a pound one at a time but when I faced her-
I attempted to embrace her, she looked so fine,
I awoke from my sleep before her bodyguard had a chance to beat me to
submission and I still walk with my religion.
I watched the children scurry in circles around a two-way mirror,
worrying about which side of the glass projects the reflection clearer.
hear the whispers of the wind trying to get me to grin,
gassing' me up about the love that I plucked and I've been stuck within,
for every eclipse that stares at me from the other side of a paper cup of
espresso-
I light a match beneath a kettle,
and for every set of lips that become attached and equipped with that program
to seek success, I bleed my ethics out a slow drip.
I used to know a man who met a woman, don't remember where,
big beautiful eyes and light brown hair,
she was from the burbs, he was from the south side of the city,
this was back when Franklin avenue was still pretty.
two different worlds apart, but the world is just a small town-
we all know how people like to get down.
here we go, Aquarius, Pisces,
feel the flow of the fluid as I swim through it to free my soul.
bush shoved the cane without the glove numbed the pain.
the magic from up above what it does for the brain,

make the love, paint the picture, write the song, the player met a virgin
made a Virgo named him Sean.
make the love, paint the picture, write the song, the player met a virgin
made a Virgo named him Sean.
make the love, paint the picture and write that song till the break of dawn.

I love you- don't ever fucking question that, that's why we'll probably never
get along. if I was better at finding the right words to say, I wouldn't need
to write these mother-fucking songs [2x]
I love you (make the love, paint the picture, and write that song

short

I used to chase the demons away with that bottle sitting there
but that didn't do a thing it just kept em in here
the anger, the fear, the sheer ferocity of the ship I steer
sometimes I feel I would have been better suited for the battlefield
killing whatever comes in my path with this sword and sheath

but then I remember this weakness I keep
this fuckin' handicap that's mine I'm stuck in it
Its healed nicely though most wont notice until they see the scars

I was given a second chance at a young age and bit it
and I'm still working on trying to figure out what to do with it.
I'm heading toward goals that seem insignificant in the big picture
I do sit down and thank the sky I at least found her
I have friends, I have family and a good head on my shoulders
please go grant me the strength to hold up these boulders.

Yes I am an asshole

All I wanna do is put my headphones in and walk away
Its not too much to ask for but I'm here to stay
I don't mean that metaphorically, only physically
I'm progressing insidiously in this otherworldly
lucidity, treking with extreme intrepidity
I have no fear but for fear itself
I'm terrible at poker take away these cards you've dealt

OK I'm done using big words for the fuck of it
my message is clearer when you don't need a dictionary to decipher my shit
I tear you down when I rip, shredding away the tears you've bit
I'm on a new level and you're just collecting cow chips
I don't mean cookies either, you're just playing with shit
get your hands out of there and do something productive
before this whole world turns out like Japan, radioactive

this country wont fix itself so get off your fucking couch
you lazy son of a bitch and at least do something you're good at
except collecting dust on that fat ass you sit
Its the anger that causes this malevolence inside me I try to resist
and help my fellow man at every chance that I get
but sometimes there's no helping you
some things you gotta do for self
I cant make you put on your work shoes, do It yourself
before I snap and kill you all, stupid fucking piece of shit

I don't feel alone

Rebuilding my life one utensil at a time
like a cleaver in the kitchen I'm writing this rhyme
It's almost like a story I've told just like so many times before
This time I have some help, this time around I don't have to do it by myself
I feel like I have some support under these wings
as I wave them frantically to stay up in these clouds

Life's not what we were told when we were kids
We can't be anything we want to be unless we work hard at it
Even then we might never make it, we just might have the take the best we can get
I remember when life was much simpler
Running back from school with dimples
don't get me wrong, we weren't innocent
drinking at school and smoking weed in the woods we went

With no worries and plain conversations
that didn't at all compare to today's trials and tribulations
but growing up has its ups and downs
I can't complain, I like the person I became
Sure I'm not perfect and I know that better than you
and I'm sure someone will listen to this shit I spew
I can be quite a wealth of knowledge if you give me the chance to shoot

whatever, I might be getting too inebriated
these childhood goals became grownup decisions
so let go of your superstitions and take a chance
I know I am whenever I give it a shot at romance
I can't wait to see what the future brings
but she sure makes me feel fuckin entranced

keep at it

Fast lies running through an empty head
sometimes I can't even seem to get out of my bed
i keep thinking these dangerous waters I've tread
swimming through an ocean of impostors
I can't seem to think of why I even bother

through and through my life's been upstart
I keep going through memories till I just wanna barf
there's no turning back now I already reapt' what I sowed
even though I still don't feel like I get what I'm owed
and don't get me wrong Its up to me to break this mold
keep running around switch it up and keep getting more cold

this life you can't live on goodwill alone
I keep trying it that way and keep getting thrown overboard
I live life like the captain of a pirate ship
run a tight crew but fuckin' mutinys' a trip
there's nothing you can do when others come after you
just smile and nod, say "yup, do what you do"

sometimes you wanna get angry and throw punches
but that usually ends in a lot of wasted lunches
calm it down and look back on your life
whatever the fight is I bet its not worth the spite
so just throw off your shoes, kick back and have a cold one instead
at least that way you both will have a much better day ahead