Yoni told me that space helps you

But even Driver sampled Baez on that one tune

As if to harness a ghost as a host for lost beating

So Many Dynamos, Bungled up in droves

Penning a contract for me to go solo

Retaining worth expendable nowhere but in an '02 Galant that later gets scrapped

Misunderstanding misery inside a Wendy's

On 434 with Mr. Gill in the periphery

I pulled over to blow my nose into a towel wet from Risley

Destroying chords to yet another Boyd banger

The UO shirt will clack the window off the hanger

Our slow descent will be embodied by a desperate picture taken on April 10th