Talking in the levels of things
Not pertaining to here
Talking about the weather
And things not pertaining to
The nows and the here’s
Whatever that is
The stair steps of things
Here is the then me
The now me and all the in betweens
Once I was like a Whitney
And like a morisette
Now I’m like a Lana del ray
And it’s whatever whatever
Till it ain’t whatever yet
These days we hum under radar
Or fly over the digi rays
Over all that stuff that plays
Till we see ourselves again
And remember
Get it back
Where we remember


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