Remembering that fateful day I wish I hadn’t run away I saw the fire in your eyes And it froze me as if a spire I thought I’d have a cooler head

I passed through little Whitley t… And stopped where locals could be… When I pulled up, I heard a sound Angel’s voice in Dolby surround It was a sweet, but tearful song

We were formed In relation To this world Our creation

You say this I say that We are caught in a rat trap Take a breath Step it back

Treat yourself Like you wish others Would treat you

Hannah Banana With the flower bandana Look at your garden grow With tender leaves And shoots of peas

Old school Playing a groove of the used to Small few Hailed by hipsters and still cool Lo-fi

Each moment at hand Is open invitation To the promised land

I’m like a pretzel Simple ingredients And a bit twisted

My heart tells me That you’re no good I’m pretty sure That’s why I should I’ve never been

There’s shit on your face You just threw up in your mouth Couldn’t be cuter

You showed me the switch And all that comes with it Karma’s a bitch

Jonathan and Jordan Sitting in a tree M-u-s-s-i-n-g First comes souls Then comes mates

Don’t think that we Should berate I feel we must Coruscate Not focus on

I pour my heart into these prose Because I feel I need to go Into the darkness that will show What needs to surface from below