Your words will keep me alive tonight,
so speak until you see the light.
Your voice can grow weak and I’ll still love,
every audible syllable you’d share with me.
All I know, is that if heaven truly shows,
It’s face when I’m dead.
Every show I’ve put on with every word I said,
was a story.
That makes me the protagonist,
I’ll die with a twist, words written on each wrist.
I am art. I am art.
You are art. You are art.
This isn’t righteous
You, Me, And Everyone We Know
It’s a mid-life crisis
I’m not compelled
You just convinced me to write this
It’s for the greater good
‘Cause I’d rather be great than good
Here’s a new piece I’m working on right now. It’ll probably end up being for my project The Age of Tigers with my man Thommy
When Mother’s day rolls around,
I’d love to plant a flower with you.
April’s water still lives in the ground,
and the clouds will move so the sun will shine right through.
I can’t show you that I love you.
But I can get you the moon.
