Meanderings Lightheaded beer runs On the twisted highway Smoke a couple rolled up blunts Saying ill take the high way He giggles in his sleep but says he cant handle shit I draw up blueprints of silly houses for him to laugh at it Turn the radio up Turn the radio up Dizzy walks to see the dog Purple flowers trampled on Grabbed her hand and kissed her lips Parted and im full of shit They all stomped and cheered Lovely little girls with beers

Metaphor She broke her favorite white teacup Sugar and milk streamed her face as she cleaned up The pieces she pressed until her hands were stained red Her little white teacup was all she had left

Its Been A While Entangled as we break in We are angels with dreams to sin Starry eyed and purple lipped We cant fall when we already slipped We open windows and close doors Listening to far away tides and shores Stealing romance from dusty books We are angels with dreams of crooks Pockets filled with bells and sand Soft sounds in the palm of your hand Melting and shifting We cant help but drifting Floorboards get heavy above us Will anybody truly love us Bleeding blue and feeling red We are angels with dreams of the dead

Rapgame #thuglyfe Fuck the flowers And the chocolate I dont want the bills out of your wallet Im done with your bullshit love Just came here to fuck I dont wanna come off sleezy But you make me hot so easy When you talk you make me wanna scream Lets get gone ditch this scene You make me dirty we dont have time for clean I know your on the shit im on We are up high and long gone Lets make our rights wrong Ride this beat and sing this song Lets regret tonight in the morning light This feeling we dont want to fight Boy you make a wrong feel right Fuck the flowers And the chocolate I dont want the bills out of your wallet Im done with your bullshit love Just came here to fuck

PsalmReadings I put my palms to the sky And you trace the lines Memorizing and making designs Painting tiny pictures in my hand We are in different place pulling sticks through the sand Find your way down to my veins And now we're on a one way train Lingering fingers on my arm We are on a country hillside with old southern charm You touch my collarbone We are far off in the unknown Wrist resting on my neck We are tossing in the waves on a ship deck Your palm on my face Never wanting to leave your space Your palm on mine now We could be headed in directions east west north or south We fill up eachothers space Always in a different place