Dorian Gray

I'm thirty-four, and I’m happy sometimes
If you’re gonna love me, babe, think it through
'Cause I live with my cat, I don’t believe in judges
Got tattoos that aren’t just on my skin

Look, sometimes I get drunk, set fire to the temple
I run from love just like I run from the cops
I live in what I cross out, I’m no role model
But my people know I’m good company

Before I speak, I listen, before I die, I live
I might’ve crashed on your doorstep some nights
I don’t write much, but every time I do
I like my lines to stab deep like a knife

Babe, I’m a potter, my hands know it well
In my eyes, it's January, but in my soul, it’s summer
Sometimes I’m happy riding an untamed verse
And other times my skin’s an unlivable place

But I live with what I’ve got and get up with the dawn
My mom already told me: Son, you smoke too much
I don’t have answers, just dark circles under my eyes
Smoke in my lungs and a messy heart

But I’m up at dawn
Writing in secret
With hands stained with questions and life
I’m on the ledge, toasting while I smoke
To fool fear with laughter and hunger with smoke

One life, one death, I love you, a puppet heart
A yellow moon, a pencil
Just one match to set the whole world on fire
A lie, a truth
One youth, one light, and one darkness
I only have my truth
But one word will be enough

I’m thirty-four, sometimes I smile
I won’t fool you, what I am is what you see
'Cause I live with my cat, I’d kill for my people
And I don’t believe in more miracles than making it to the end of the month

I’ve got my feet on the ground, I fly when I want
And sometimes I confuse your belly with an altar
Your ass isn’t heaven, but it sure resembles it
And only there do I kneel to pray

Babe, I love writing, and unfiltered sex
And sipping poison from a crystal glass
I live in what I cross out, and sometimes I get drunk
I’m usually late even to my own funeral

I like to burn my tracks, live sailing
Pick up by day what I sow at night
Break the bottles, write while mixing
The silence of the stars with the noise of the cars

And even though I know where I am, babe, I’m insecure
I never liked sticking to the straight path
If you’re gonna love me, think it long and hard
I swear my love knows how to be pure, not perfect

But I’m up at dawn, writing in secret
With hands stained with questions and life
I’m on the ledge, toasting while I smoke
To fool fear with laughter and hunger with smoke
And it’s

One life, one death, I love you, a puppet heart
A yellow moon, a pencil
Just one match to set the whole world on fire
A lie, a truth

One youth, one light, and one darkness
I only have my truth
But one word is enough
To fill the vastness

I wanted to grow watering the roots with tequila
To have the versatility of Nestakilla
Get to the next bar before it closes
And try stealing some verses from Ceerre

I wanted to be the messiah like Foyone
Make my God and my devil forgive each other
And then get to create a whole theme
With the complex simplicity of Canserbero