And you think you’re behind But you’re never delayed

Take A Bow

I cannot imagine how short this life is staged Only once will this body give a name to this precise accord This life is like a chord strung all too soon The song is over then it’s through

A Wiggle Worm

2 Voice and I made a little pocket and I don’t know what to say There is like a wormhole, or is it my wormhole? It’s a wiggle worm

I Missed These Years

and I don’t know how to say because you can’t get time back so I’ma write these words down to do justice the reverberated tact because I don’t know what to do, I’m a beautiful wreck just like you and I still don’t have the right words to say but this here sentiment I relay…