A caress is best left
To thoose who's blooming trees
And killing fields are nothing but
Coffee stains retained
with fleeting ease (with outdated maps)
It's harder to make an impression on you as you get older
Once a poet, now a soldier
Like you forgot the words to your favorite song
But remember the melody, so sing along
Only one months old, and the feelings gone

Holding hands was once taboo
A virgin for a hundred dubloons
Wish I could off her father a goat
Pay him back for sins he'll never know
I know she bled because I saw her on my sheets
I remember caring, but that's not my scene

To bad you'll never know
That Jesus only loves
Those who squirm and choke
Those who hold their tongues
And ruin the joke