Written After Bombing Onstage

People love to hate, that’s something that I can’t change. But I can change the way I assert my place. Cuz people love to love, that works our way. It’s my faith that, though I reiterate, I’ll end up back at the home plate. Thanks to no all state, and no State Farm. Burned my house, great, cost a leg and an arm. But I still made it back to where I can reach people disarmed. Not discarded for in fear of the charge. Of the assertion of the message at large. But taking every line and listening. Maybe at my hissing lungs, but this bleeding is my christening. Vision springs, from a dingy ditch dug of doom. The light clouds over head, lurk, loom. Can’t you see it clearer through the darkness like an aperture, zoom. The reflections of moon. The projections of presumed. We hope for light. May we feel the warmth too. I wanna only tell the truth. Cuz If I hold my tongue, I might puke. Shoot. the truth is bitter too. But bitter’s better than ruses. So I guess we land at truth I wanna only tell the truth. Cuz If I hold my tongue, I might puke. Shoot. the truth is bitter too. But bitter’s better than ruses. So I guess we land at truth I wanna only tell the truth. But the truth is bitter too. It hurts either way. Hide your face in shame, you can’t escape the light of day. God doesn’t take names, they show up at his place. They’re boutta break, who said he cares if reality’s fair. Or if you’re scared. Like, you better be scared like a bitchy man with a picky type. A dapper Dan who knows none of spice. Life bites many times with the truth and its lies that we confuse. They all fit in the truth if wise, but it’s hard to see the full picture. Shaken up like richter. Is it my blood or my patience getting thinner? wanna only tell the truth. Cuz If I hold my tongue, I might puke. Shoot. the truth is bitter too. But bitter’s better than ruses. So I guess we land at truth So I guess we land at truth, ain’t that fucking great. Skipping solid stones across this glassy lake. Somehow the glass never breaks, it just ripples. The ripples don’t make it to the shore. They’ll stay on the water that’s par for the course. The sunset steams across the surface, you see the ripples shake its purpose. I wanna only tell the truth. Cuz If I hold my tongue, I might puke. Shoot. the truth is bitter too. But bitter’s better than ruses. So I guess we land at truth