Things happen little chameleon
Hold you harmless and indemnify
It’s a big surprise

Odd wounds from even burns gradually heal over
Is it death has to die before death can take over?

Penned down by a history whose spine I can’t define
Attempting to bend a circle from a line
Under the forest talk seduce the curve
Twice maching the solstice line
We belong to a different place

Throwing pictures out of moving windows
Can’t take the place of murder
Like a new hairstyle can’t beat
The all-American suicide
And I’ve tried them all
You know it’s a goddamn lie
But still I love to say I’ve tried them all
I don’t know why

But where was I in the crooks of those pivotal times?

When young women ran from rapists with one shoe
In the middle of the night down south Kedzie avenue?
When people needed a ride where was I?
I may remain one of the larger crooks of those pivotal times
Still I may remain

Penned down by a history whose spine I can’t define
Attempting to bend a circle from a line
Under the forest talk seducing curves
Thrice maching the solstice line
We belong to a different place

And I'm poring over
All the things you never said
And all the things you’re never saying still
We belong to a better place
Under the forest talk seduce the curve
Once maching the solstice line
We all get to the same place