Cornell

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