Author: [[Abe Brownell]] --- I get high on valence Won't smoke a loaded gun though Always check the chamber and the breeze Gentle currents of air on a moment of your time Boredom and non-reply I could you know and then you would know how Something above my throat whispers between thoughts This is the beginning of the end of know how Stumbling over the afterlife As I write I am absolutely ripped on valence Stumbling over know how How could you begin after life? I am unrolling into certain dark I used to be ripped on know how Before I forgot I needed you to know Stumbling over life As I write I am crowding you all into the elevator of an uncertain metaphor Know not which way we are going we are going North I needed to you know Colder in the atmosphere Because it runs hot Due up Where the ground is, where you fall Out and away As away is to deeper dark Dark is to deepen the day Day is deeper than dark Dark is the day's home and residence I could over drone and guitar As deeper dark gets further away I forget to lock my own door Won't smoke a loaded gun though I've got a chamber full of breeze and a hair trigger Don't blow away much Gentle currents of air on your time Boredom borne of non-reply Ripped on valence again Knowing how I'm stumbling over Afterlives keep beginning I'm on repeat Unrolling in the dark Between the whispers of atmosphere Making me forget The ground is where we fall