don't leave, don't leave this world to me


but he came uncurled and this world holds him that much tighter


into that place no one dares to go


we're living in a land that went astray from history


memory is an echo silent song


yes, I will take these old shoes to get to you


jesus came to my birthday party


can't believe how strange it is to be anything at all


cause I'm a rough, rugged gangsta, not a pretty boy


then in my hot hand she slumped her sick weight,


we tramped through the poison oak, heartbroke and inchoate


ethereal downtime


baby's first camera