The Man I would be complex I would be cool They’d say I played the field before I found someone to commit to And that would be ok For me to do Every conquest I had made would make me more of a boss to you I’d be a fearless leader I’d be an alpha […]
August Salt air, and the rust on your door I never needed anything more Whispers of “Are you sure?” “Never have I ever before” But I can see us lost in the memory August slipped away into a moment in time ‘Cause it was never mine And I can see us twisted in bedsheets August
the lakes Is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me? I’m not cut out for all these cynical clones These hunters with cell phones Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die I don’t belong, and my beloved, neither do you Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to
