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The title is a joke with a friend.

Twisted fire-blown metal Contorted & shaped to the chemistry of you. The chemistry you create I’ll be your lithium, your outlet of inspir..

There’s a pane of glass keeping Vowels and smells and pollen from me. On the mirror side this man and his phone Both suffer from unfiltered c..

I've imagined your face a thousand time liquid brown eyes, dark almond skin eyelashes thick and always curled eyebrows in desperate need of groomin..

Just say no and stay in school That's what all the kids that are cool Like to say everyday Each in their own special way. And as this rhyme comes ..

I was making a fire in my hands Or at least trying to. Attempting to fight off the gray of December But the only light was the light in her eyes..

Originally written on a banana.

The guitarist Keeps his eyes to The strings And the answering Floor. Alone, and his creation. He sings and the strings sing Back in Conflictin..

I’ve learned the pattern of stars and the steep of stairs And crystal freezes to make perfection. I’ve learned that imperfections make..

If you were music I’d twist and turn you Till you scratched like a record, poor cicatrix on vinyl. Just keep repeating what you last said wha..