I'll put my lips up to your gun and blow, just so you'll know I can be bold once I'm shining bright.

Go on down to the local palm reader,she'll spit out exactly what you feed herbecause honey, you already knew your husband was a cheater.

Sometimes I look at himand I want to get on my best heels.Sometimes I look at himand I want to be a lesbian.He says that I'm too moody.

Raised on razorblades,as they had more empathy than anyonearound me

I want to sleep in the ovenbecause I just burn in the bed.

love meget lost in mebut bewareside effects includea lot of shivering, babya lot of drinking, maybea lot of sinking, baby

+ Love + is likean old Wild West filmOnly you come to realize thatYou were always in the showdown+ with yourself +And as the credits roll,It’s just your name over and overand over, you rub your eyes,Shake it off, smash the tv!Get back on your horse ~ ride into the sunsetTime to exchange the scriptedFor the welcome unknown

Fine TuningMy fingers My hands My wrists hurt so badfrom working all these years- Working on being something, always feeling like nothing Some days, it hurtsto even turn the dial on the radioBut I don’t have to turn anymore causeyou’re the right frequency (self)And when you come to ground me,I know that’s where I’m meant to bestationed. Set the pre-set to Love.

I'm hard to love,I know this wellbecause it took me foreverto love myself.

I forgot who I was before the (space) suit,before gravity was ripped from my vocabularyand I mastered the art of drifting