I’m sorry but I’m out here hunting hearts and I don’t consort with the enemy
There’s a vein you see and it needs a constant supply of oxygen

I’ve been boxed in with candles
All I know how to do is ramble
But when I find a place to call
Home and a hand to call world
That I’ll delicately handle my
Course of thought falls right to
Shambles


(Eh-hem)
Sorry, I’m below the surface
You can join me, and I mean you not them.
If you’re here just keep steady your pen.