what am i supposed to do everytime i sing at nite it ends bout you?
true love...
can i sit + watch the sun drink the ocean?
i am not afraid to feel this way
be nice okaine?
im wrinkled hands + bulldog puppies
when were dead + buried skeletons only...
the road is long like two dual cylanders
you might have to think how you got started...
rose up coffins got dressed got laid
nine months later came...
a little bit of lovin makes everything right im gonna see...
...w you i was drinkin vodka w cigarettes + orange juice
+ heaven wants my reservations at the next destination w this new mind i keep finding everywhere...

the sun keeps rising