You met me in my dreams last night we must be intertwined.
You hold space inside the corners of my inner mind.
This must be divine.
I’m an artisan of the art of sin,
Let me take a peek of what’s really defining.
Joe’s “i wanna know” the soundtrack to the motives of my summertime.

from the bottom of my heart it’s you.
the demons have been fighting hard,
but at the foundation is cedar tree roots.
anything new may be casuarina shallow.
i wanna know the one possible future that sees me winning this here battle.