Pens aside, I don't want to write anythingnI've decided I will improvisenI'll save my pride. I don't want to trynTo fit the pieces of another puzzlennCause if we left it up to entropynThan we could make a symphonynEventually the parts would play themselvesnIf we only spoke of here and nownI would never need another townnIt gets freezing, but I think we could managennPens aside I don't want to write anythingnI've decided I will improvisenI'll save my pride, I don't want to trynTo fit the pieces of another puzzlennCause if we stopped to go to sleepnI think we'd lose our empathynAnd lately, I have been adheringnTo rules of sleep and L.C.D.snAnd stolen vocal melodiesnI am perfect, but I am not blamelessnnWe could stay up all night longnAnd we could try and race the sunnWe could see it before it's good and readynWe could wrap ourselves in body heatnTo combat our identitiesnWith the lights outnIt's so god damn peacefulnnI was a crooked shooternAn army recruiternSending mothers’ sons to scorching desert landsnWith my condescending consciencenIn a love affair with deathnI would throw the whole damn thing awaynIf I was particularly stressednnNow I'm a freestyle rappernA sick rhyme crafternSpitting poetry I make up on the spotnWith my lack of shame outshadowednOnly by my lack of fearnI’d be the proverbial onenWith the ticket out of the proverbial herennPens aside this all feels so rightnCan you deny? There can't be any other time than thisnPens aside it might be hell outsidenBut here it's perfectnFuck it, we have earned thisn