inability

for better or worse
I am cursed
with the inability
to be somebody else

sorry not sorry

sorry not sorry
that's what I am
I will be for you
anything I can
I will adjust my colors
to please your eyes
to prove I'm not just another
like all the other guys
I'm guilty to the first degree

sorry not sorry
neither friend nor foe
let me tell you something
you already know
I can be your lover
your number one fan
friend of your older brother
anything but superman
because superman is a hero
everything I'm not
all my prospects add up to a zero
anything else you got?
I'm guilty to the first degree

take advantage

take advantage now
you've got the time
look straight ahead
and don't ever turn behind
there are no wolves at the door
no law men to outrun
no enemy to conquer
no need to race the setting sun

going to pretend

I'm going to pretend
I'm not lonely
I'll imagine
how peaceful life could be
if I could find a way
to only
forget about
the pain you're causing me
I'm going to imagine
I'm not hurting
you ain't gonna hear me
sing the blues
I'm going to pretend 
I know for certain
I'm going to forget
about you

I planted pumpkins and corn

It's another day here at the ranch...

You live on a ranch?

No, no...I wish I did, though. Or a farm. Man, I fuckin' love farms. I don't want to do the work on a farm, but I love farms. Love to see you crops growing. Corn, you know, strawberries, lettuce, that kind of thing.

Did you grow up on a farm, farmboy? I mean, your name...

Well, first off, farmboy's the nickname I got as a young man by these amazing friends of mine from the Mill in Santa Paula, California. So there's that. 

No, I didn't grow up on a farm. I remember spending time at this one farm, though, people my mom and dad knew. I liked it there. The first thing I wanted to be when I grew up was a farmer. I had this toy tractor that I would ride around in. I planted pumpkins and corn. 

I bet you were a cute little kid, farmboy.

I wasn't cute. I was ugly and no one paid attention to me.

I'm sure that's not true...

I was joking, okay? Sheesh. 

I'm saying that I just really like farms. Farms and dogs.

So is the plan to build your tiny house and put it on someone's farm?

That sounds ideal to me, man. Seriously, man, that sounds about perfect. Completely perfect would be a farm at the beach, I guess.

You know how people always want you to calm down by wanting you to visualize your happy place? For me, it's on a farm. Don't wanna do no work, mind you. I want to sit on the front porch and play guitar and watch the crops grow.

Hopefully one of those crops would be some good fuckin' weed.

reaching out (possible bridge)

I am not waving here
trying to say hello
with fingers going
one, two, three, four
I am not waving here
I am drowning
heading to the ocean floor
heading to the ocean floor

reaching out (rewrite one)

I don't know how to do this
I don't know if I can
other people go through this
maybe that's just not who I am
forgive me if I'm awkward
but at this I'm pretty new
I'm reaching out to you
I'm reaching out to you

people talk about friendship
people talk about love
personally, I don't recommend it
I don't know if it can ever be enough
maybe if I took some classes
right now I don't have a clue
reaching out to you
I'm reaching out to you

          I'm reaching out
          but I've still got my doubts
          feet on the ground
          and my head in the clouds
          I've been burned before
          feeling hurt and keeping score
          my heart is not an open door
          it's a place for me to hide
          keeping everybody on the outside

I don't know what my next move is
but I know that I've got to make one soon
there's lots of room for improvement
by the light of the silvery moon
maybe if you can help me
I could figure out what to do
reaching out to you
I'm reaching out to you
believe me, it's true
I'm reaching out
I'm reaching out to you