I sing because I like microphones
Work because it’s better than sitting at home
Play instruments to keep my hands from getting cold

Intentions don’t matter until you do something that matters
And break even from trying to stay afloat
If you’re stagnant your heart has gone cold
Ice only touches the surface
Ice only floats

But I wish it would sink
Start from the bottom of whatever you drink
Or put your glass in the freezer
then it’s cold enough to freezer burn you into nothing worth eating

Ice is great on a hot day
But when the microphone drips a little condensation
From condensing thoughts into ice cube trays
From a condenser mic to a bath in a tub of ice
Take the heat off these words
And add water