Ukulele playing credit to my lil bro who started my passion for ukuleles when co-writing this song with me.

We Are Weird (The Ba Ba Song)

You're my delicate, dark secret
Never to forget
You're my silver stream, surrounding me
As good as it can get

I fit into the whole of you
Every edge, curve, and line
And if I'm with someone new
I think of you every single time

What I'd give to be over this
But these matters are delicate
And my mind is still negligent
While our future's indefinite

I gave away my lingerie
I wore with you in mind
It's not fair that the smile you wear
Is as dangerous as a crime

The willow trees that hang over me
Weep to tell the tale
Of a love so deep that it couldn't keep
Two hearts lost and veiled

What I'd give to be over this
But these matters are delicate
And my mind is still negligent
While our future's indefinite

What I'd give to be over this
But these matters are delicate
And my mind is still negligent
While our future's indefinite

What I'd give to be over this
But these matters are delicate
And my mind is still negligent
While our future's indefinite

What I'd give to be over this
But these matters are delicate
And my mind is still negligent
While our future's indefinite

You're my delicate, dark secret
Never to forget

Delicate

Lyrics:

Where you see rusted patches
I see golden coins in batches
Making your skin richer than a king.

Though you hear shrills of shrieking
I hear flutes when you are speaking
Your laugh is an orchestra of strings.

Where you see tattered threading
I see silk stranges twisting, spreading,
Weaving your embroidery of hair.

Where you see paltry saplings 
I see strong boughs not collapsing
Though the weight is more than they should bear.
You seem to think your branches are impaired,
But to say that they’re not strong just isn’t fair.

You see clouds where I see light,
The sun behind them shines so bright
I wish that you could see
The way you look to me.
Your spirits silver, your heart is gold,
Your flame of kindness is never cold
Yet when the mirror is your measure
You see trash where I see treasure.
You see trash where I see treasure.

Where you see orbs that falter,
I see pearls with ocean water
Painted by a master’s perfect brush.

Where you see cracks and breaking,
I see someone crafting, making
Sure they take their time and not to rush.
I know sometimes you just, you wanna combust,
But it's ok to take your time to adjust.

You see clouds where I see light,
The sun behind them shines so bright
I wish that you could see
The way you look to me.
Your spirits silver, your heart is gold,
Your flame of kindness is never cold
Yet when the mirror is your measure
You see trash where I see treasure.
You see trash where I see treasure.

It seems absurd for you to think that you're a waste
When I can see that you're a jewel that can't be replaced.

You see clouds where I see light,
The sun behind them shines so bright
I wish that you could see
The way you look to me.
Your spirits silver, your heart is gold,
Your flame of kindness is never cold
Yet when the mirror is your measure
You see trash where I see treasure.
You see trash where I see treasure.

Trash or Treasure with Instrumentation

Lyrics:
The jagged, misshaped edges of my heart
Still haven’t found a border line.
I’m sifting through the pieces
Of a pile growing steadily with time. 
Every time I put another piece in place
The puzzle grows again. 
I just want some solidity,
I don’t need to know how or where, just when.

I can’t seem to find the pieces
That best fit the moment here and now.
This puzzle’s getting bigger
With the gaps between the pieces I’ve put down.

Maybe it’s because my eyes are broken,
I mix up my reds and greens. 
Colors may be difficult,
So shapes are how I find the space between. 
And I have trouble focusing
My efforts on a simple task at hand. 
My thoughts are in the future
While the present drifts by heavily unplanned.

I can’t seem to find the pieces
That best fit the moment here and now.
This puzzle’s getting bigger
With the gaps between the pieces I’ve put down. 
Sometimes I hold onto pieces 
That did not quite fit how I’d expect. 
Now I have an envelope 
Of pieces that just didn’t connect.

I can’t seem to find the pieces
That best fit the moment here and now.
This puzzle’s getting bigger
With the gaps between the pieces I’ve put down. 
Sometimes I hold onto pieces 
That did not quite fit how I’d expect. 
Now I have an envelope 
Of pieces that just didn’t connect.

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