An underlying theme,
Of the Shannonball
As fresh fur roams the hall
And soon will come the chill of
               the fall
, and well both be stuck inside the foreign warmth of the mall
nd even though you sleep down the hall, I wonder if you think of me as your light free lids begin to fall
            (Side note)
Your the perfect amount of TALL
But,
Why can't I seem to write anything that doesn't involve you ?
I mean ****, it was hidden from view
From an entire crew
Why'd you have to be a pen and not a pencil ? A stencil and a fossil, of a clearly ancient soul,
If you'll please excuse me,
I think ill have a hard time getting on my way
But ******* it I have trouble stomaching all the god dammits
I wish to say, but I save my tongue for another day
                                                             Where
I guess I won't be the bad guy
         Even though I never was.
                             Except I always will be