i'm a little coffee pot short, stout, and burnt beyond recognition
sour to the taste
and an and, and an and, and the end
what a dark mess of chemicals we have become
look through my caffeinated eyes my love
i see the sun in all it's ultraviolet glory
it beckons me to abort my life in painstaking procrastination
.....and all i want for xmas is to fly 2 blunts deep
i drive for days and sleep for miles, but never a drop to drink.
no control but not exactly a riot either.
fuck me you're such a riot
i've found healing powers beyond my wildest dreams, behind your lips
i am the dinosaur soaring toward extinction
so smoke 'em if you got 'em kids
.....cause Joe Camel needs the pocket cash
or read 'em and weep sweetheart
cause my royal flush comes with a love note
i bleed spades, you draw horses.....
may the lord strike down our penniless heroes for if not we must take matters into our own hands
everything will be new when we open our eyes for the first time
so i'll pick you up at 7 and we'll have a real shitty time, but at least we'll have a time
i'd love you to hate my guts if they weren't already covered in ulcers
.....ulcers only a mother could love
so for now peace love and misdemeanors
cause i plan on being out of step for awhile my dear
- F.T.WillZ 2008