My father gave me these hands
and his fathers fathers father...

Breathe like its your first time or your last
breathe like you just got an A in class...

The day my muse walked out was
not unlike any other...

Standing at the entryway...
Waiting for the next calm...

The saddest child I've ever met has never known...
While passed around on unstable ground he was...

These walls, will be my undoing
they speak...

My symptoms you ask
Chronic depression...

I sat and contemplated
The reason you decided...

I'm going on vacation
taking time away from the street cars...

You can find me
on the purple hill...

I'm moving and and I'm working
I'm working and I'm moving...