I may get stuck in my head, but It’s the only place I have where I can say what needs said, sometimes when it’s too much to keep playing with the dead things just end up being better off read. Feels like the longer I keep playing this song the less I’ll need to know what’s really gone wrong. Dodging the bullet of adjacency is magical next to complacency, but leaving that lasting impression will still beg of anyone that question. Anger is what I saw most people feel, all these other feelings are so foreign and unreal, I did my best not to embrace anger’s appeal, but I can’t help feeling what I know how to feel when I’m feeling so lost I’ve got nothing but to feel. How can this be real? Seriously, you saw the appeal? Trying to raise Lazarus by razing Nazareth, I’ll be counting the days on my abscessed abacus as if Atticus had lost that case of the state against the innate need we have to trust. Objection, your honour.