This former giant in his crime orange
Jumpsuit
Blind
Black
Ruins
He could be my dad
He was my dad too who also died in jail after almost destroying
His misery He really got to leave like leaving do baby on the way
Muse shaking in the maze I’ll meet you in the maze playing lazy promises
Will there be a laugh track and my favorite strands of bus stop weave waiting
To declare his mistakes a suicide or do we have to name that too
