Come with me, And make a mess, Tie me up, And I'll confess. I wish you would, Make me scream, I always love it, When you're mean, I need you here with me, We'll be anything but clean. Don't bite your lip, Make some noise, And sit up straight, With that sexual poise. I'll be your toy, Play with me, Let all those feelings out, Let your wild side free.

In Another World. I like to think there's another world, Not unlike this one, One where all the battles that we've lost, Become the ones we've won. A world where your hands, Are made perfectly for mine, And where my frown is turned, Upside down, A world where we never cross that line, Never get angry, never get sad, Never lose everything we had. Because I miss it all. I pray that there is a place, Where we did work out, A world without all the doubt, Without all the pain, The fear, I just wish we could do it again, But never shed a tear, Never need to dry those eyes, Never need to compromise, And we'd laugh at the idea of death, That we'd always share our last breath. In another world. But here I am, In my world, Always giving a damn, My brow always furled, A different Adam, and a different Sam, Being more than what I am, Being two people instead of one, One battle that I wished I had won.

Even when the world, is sitting on your shoulders, Stand yourself up, proud and tall, Always give as good, As you get, And forever give it your all. Make sure there is nothing, In the world that brings you down, May you always have, A smile upon that face, May you never wear a frown. Look outside at all the land, And make tracks all over it, And that your path will never be dim, And your future, always lit. Fuck the hand, Grab #life by the balls, Try to make it understand, The pain of all your falls. Be the change you want to be, Be not caged, but forever free. ~ Ghost

The Eels - It's A Motherfucker Some of my favourite words from my favourite song writer. (Strong language, obviously) It's a motherfucker, Being here without you, Thinking 'bout the good times, Thinking 'bout the bad, And I won't ever be the same. It's a motherfucker, Getting through a Sunday, Talking to the walls, Just me again. But I won't ever be the same, No, I won't ever be the same. It's a motherfucker, How much I understand, The feeling that you need someone, To take you by the hand. And you won't ever be the same, You won't ever be the same.

If death is the punch line, we will never be able to laugh at ourselves.'