I’ll be whoever you want I’ll be whoever you need Playboy, broken angel sensitive, a bleeding soul I’m the color of the sunset the tightness of your tourniquet the hole you need to fill the machine that prints the pills I’ll be your swollen heart I’ll be your stolen start Yeah who are you I don’t care I love you, no I don’t I’m the only one who knows the truth I’m the only one alone at the bar booth the only one who taught himself to sing please just trust that I know everything I’ll be whoever you want I’ll be whatever you hate gay or straight, black or white photoshop and marketing, lose me in the night I’m the last real artist the most sadistic masochist the voice inside your head the reincarnated dead I’m the glory of the sunrise don’t think too much about these lies yeah who are you I don’t really care I love you, no I don’t ‘cause I’m the only one who sees the signs the only one who wrote these lines the only one who’s the best in the world the only one who loved a girl I’m the only one who lost his mind the only one that you can find the only lonely dead sunflower the only one worthy of this power I’ll be whatever you want Ill be whoever you need lost addict or the funny guy the gangster or the small fry sex symbol or a leper whoever you want, I’ll do it better than you ever thought it could be done everyone thinks they’re brighter than the sun but the only ones left standing all use the same branding I’m the only one who breathes in life the only one immune to strife the only one with a plan the only one you can’t stand I’m the only one who knows the facts I’m the only one down by the tracks I’m the only one who runs this scam the only one who knows we’re damned

No one can truly know where or when youre supposed to go theyll say when you’re ready but when is that no one can truly know why or how your power grows but tell them that you’ve got it and theyll deeply distrust you no one can truly know what to make of you youre not like most of them and you know its all true your goals outstretch their tiny rooms so dont let them define your life when they think you’re just as old as their stagnant murky souls

Stolen all the world ahead fancy tea and living dead swollen calls and burning credit ocean potions. help? forget it. spendthrift imperfection incensed candle fire confection power lonely calls a wife from life to death to back to life the circles that we spin in a melted stick of cinnamon the mortal vegetable inside takes the children on a ride fairy hand or devil’s horns reflects our inner thorns jealousy over perfect tears owns our holy crimson fears we want what’s more we want to change what’s true and freeze the money to the few only two or only three or only a million strong company scarlet ice is made of love but heart and beauty aren't enough if only you could switch your stripes and live among the tigers but a zebra cannot change its heart nor carnivores their deep desires. come with me outside of time allow our angels ancient rhyme the moment passed, the other soon kiss inside our worldly room The sun it slips outside the clouds refracted light cheers like the crowds all our fear can melt away if presented as a shade of grey Justice against the evil news is balanced out with lustful blues. The instant of a sublime touch is too little or too much eternity in loving pain is sensitive, is lost in vain rainstorms fear the desert mud oh come with me into the flood.

A battered broken man once tried to swallow hope and found it was a poison as it melted through his throat reborn around the campfire the moment trickles on and the only way to mark the time is from song to lovely song is it wrong to love you still? is it wrong to think I care? I swear to the sky our souls meet while we sleep and we love each other every night in the frozen air A lonely shallow stolen life once tried to win the day and met his oldest lover at the entrance to his grave distance is the lie of time immortalized in ancient rhyme we tell ourselves its far too late we tell ourselves we’ve shut the gate but the past still linger in the tune of all the lovers gone too soon. is it wrong to love you still? is it wrong to think I care? I swear to the sky our souls meet while we sleep and we love each other every night in the frozen air

The power of the stubborn grows stronger year by year maybe one day I’ll breathe the easy air of salamander afternoons, drown in boxcars who of all the honored dead could dare to take my place all imposing, death composting murmur out of space An ocean made of maybes made out of the night melting the corners of the box turtle out of sight to fit the hole we’ve dug who has time for American poetry? maybe in heaven all the artists are free able to create however they please the world is your heaven you are what you do but all your worst mistakes will always follow you

purple rain clouds against the mountains frame our wasted youth the shadows of our ancestors disguise or frame the truth The summer smells like dancer’s sweat the birds pirouette through the trees sitting on rocks in the center of the river smoking along with the breeze avalanche eternity pour your soul out into me and if it all is as it seems believe me, deceive me tell me your dreams we kissed by a bush out of sight from our friends and just for a moment I’d made my amends for refusing my destiny, following fate for drinking all day and harboring hate a man at the bus station knows what I’ve done together we’ve stolen the secret to fun

I’m allergic to falling in love I get hives at the thought of your touch I’m afraid of the moment when we’ve both said too much Darling distracted I’m anaphylactic please just tell me a lie that everything’s fine you’ll always be mine at least would you look in my eyes Oh honey you swell up my tongue with your soul and now I can’t breathe why oh why could I ever think that you were all I need?