Texty: Latterman. An Ode To Jon Contra, Part 2.

we've been within worn out frameworks for sometime with the literal chance it will all come crashing down so i hope to echo the statements. i hope that we'll be searchers pursuing solution but i hope i have the context right. so as we try to understand each other with the weight of the world on our shoulders. i'm sorting this out with another poppy song. i'm not feeling too young these days but this time i'll make it sound better. clouded mindsets keep us apart more than the miles do to be honest. there was more i needed to say then. so i hope time will be on our side. at the point it will all come together. fall apart. document. break and build. let it go. grab a hold. move. set it free and believe