April 2

Lord you and me lately
though I hate to face it
haven't been best mates
I just wanted to say thanks
for placing food on my plate
for the friends that remain
through the fire and flames
and for my family even though they're insane.
I've taken both hands for granted
I take it back for you Ana
a million ninja's and assasins
with cannons couldn't kidnap ya.
From Sacramento to Times Square
I cared for you there
there's nowhere, no airfare
that would make this pair solitaire.
I'm scared some billionaire
will have an affair with your curly hair
I couldn't bear the unfairness
I could never be repaired.
Don't give me back to me little miss
a little bit of a little kiss
Is all that's on my Christmas list
I can't live without your oxygen.