The prince of Romance or a Duke of Hazzard
He heard
She heard
We heard
This is obsurd
Give me three quarters and He'll give you a dollar
No smaller
No taller
We are what we are and what you are is a popped collar
Popped collars and ballers all gather round
Get up get down and take your bow
No time for foolish games fooling fools fooling around, drooling clowns and skateboard towns
where are the gems of the season hidden behind reason
The reason for the season is you and what you are is not this treason
Be real be right be left be anything but this silly game they all play
All night and all day
Just tell them to go away
Stay you stay true and the real us will know the real you
So don't doubt who you are or whether to walk or take your car
Be yourself and rest assured you are who are but only thus far

Can you love someone who can't see past you?

Past your defenses
your troubles
your stress
your tears
your smiles

Can you love someone who can't see inside of you?

The churning your stomach
the missed beats of your hearts
the heat between your legs
the cancerous tumors that life has put in you

Can you love someone who can't heal you?

What is this? Is this addiction,
    that strange and sorrowful affliction,
a yearning for a certain friction,
    grasping like a seed to light?
What if now, in place of sinking,
    I fell apart and started thinking -
looking at myself unblinking -
    is this what I need tonight?

My mind is so quiet
that the death of a flower
can be heard