Wanna climb a rock wall with you in some non-descript strip mall in the middle of deadpan America.
Write a blank check for all of the collateral damage I've caused by sticking to the yellow line running down my back like a lemonade human stain.
Trusting myself has become a tricky business in these days of prefabricated rock and nights of slice and dice rap.
The Statue of Liberty called wanting to know where all the immigrants had gone. Said she was lonely and wished someone would stop and frisk her.
First impressions can be as poisonous as snake venom or conservatism.
I chained myself to a metal God believing that would keep me safe from all the unnecessary construction inside my wind gap head.
He understood all too well how this crapola system worked so when it came time for him to checkout he didn't bitch or moan and instead welcomed his ending as an angel pushed him out of a tree and his air supply ran for the burning hills.
Wanna go the distance with you while we're still both relatively young and our pieces and parts can still be recognized for what they originally were designed to do.
Caught sight of you in that third eye waiting room and knew some of my prayers had been answered while others have been placed on hold indefinitely.