Pablo Natario

You re on a wide open ocean No one around you for miles Your thinkin of drinkin on water While […]

Jenny, Jenny Who can I turn to? You give me something I can hold on to I know you think

Wait time is the worst I can hardly sit No one has the time Someone is always late I look

Sometimes sunshine Does not want to shine on me And sometimes I find myself blind At first I cannot see

Look to the internet see the modernity the punk is down but i have a band a new punk great

So many fish there in the sea I wanted you, you wanted me That s just a phase, it s

I m not your doormat, your floormat So don t wipe your feet on me I m not the only

The marlboro man is dead Long live the marlboro man In our dreams he remains the hero Of a thousand

Animals on TV singing about some pain that they once felt There s no one I disapprove of or root

Please Miss Fried He don t mean to be mean He just needs to leave He hopes he does not

this is a poem to myself i dont care about the riches bitches or wealth i dont need a thing

No choice now, it s too late Let him go, he gave up I gave up Lisa says, Take time