Residing in the hills of auburn
Eyes set on the southern north
Some photographs, half way forgotten
Some unreliable hyp notic force

She’s a chronic oversharer
She’s a wannabe celebrity’s wife
She’s an evanescent terror
With an odd outlook on life

She’s an unrealistic mindset
Full of passion, pain, and pride
She’ll create your every secret
Though she’s got nothing to hide

She’s an acquired taste
Nobody knows her place
She’s a landscaper if love is a rose
Opposing those who tell her “don’t impose”

She’s a factory of consuming mirth
Seeking lee-way built on a E shining earth


LEE-NO-WAY



She’s a goddess of the moon
She’s a truth learned too soon
She’s an unpleasant reality wrapped up in a pleasant dream
She’s a regal queenly dictator, she’s a nightingale machine!

She’s a chronic oversharer
She’s a wannabe celebrity’s wife
She’s an evanescent terror
With an odd outlook on life

She’s an unrealistic mindset
Full of passion, pain, and pride
She’ll cre ate your every secret
Though she’s got nothing in this world to hide
World to hide
World to hide
A whole world to hide

acquired taste
But nobody knows her place
She’s a landscaper if love is a rose
Opposing those who tell her “don’t impose”

She’s my silver predecessor in my eternal quest for the scene
Between rock and a hard place she’s a princess, suburbia’s queen
She’s a greatest wish reduced to midnight scrawl
She’s got her eyes on the stars and she wants to rule them all

She’s an utterly overobsessive
long-outwitted stranger
A little bit too possessive
A little bit in danger

She’ll make you sweet and tender
And everything that goes along with that
You’ll be a great pretender
‘Cause you’ll keep going back

She’s a late-night sweet surprise
With three stars in her eyes

She says “well, I adore you, come along
“I love your hair, I love your voice, I love your song
“And if you will not match my love I’d say there’s something wrong…”

…oversharer
She’s a wannabe celebrity’s wife
She’s an evanescent terror
With an odd outlook on life

She’s an unrealistic mindset
Full of passion, pain, and pride
She’ll create your every secret
Though she’s got nothing in this world to hide

She’s an acquired taste, and
nobody knows her place, she’s
a landscaper if love is a rose, o—
—posing those who tell her “don’t impose—”oh…

She’s an intimate impresario
Who won’t get very far, I know
She’s legal and she’s on the rise
She’ll open up to open eyes

It’s her words you’ll be thinking of
She’ll mess with your head till you fall in love
Though you won’t always fall in love with her
Writing changes naturally, but you’ll see what you want to see
Another missing midnight freaky fur

She’s a late-night sweet surprise
With five stars in her eyes

A typical…

Oversharer
Celebrity’s wife
Terror
Odd outlook on life

Mindset
Pride
Every secret with nothing to hide.

Acquired taste
Knows her place
Love is a rose
But don’t impose

Don’t change me

The queen of my world
the bane of my existence
Don’t change me
Don’t change me
Don’t change me
Don’t change me
Don’t change me

You’ll bow to her, Your Majesty
You’re called a god but don’t believe
In ’77 you killed the king
So I doubt you’d want to rule anything

You won’t let her, she can’t change me
Some online-art-site crushed-out fiend
With too much time to spend on screens
Can’t change me
Can’t change me
Can’t change me