old_town raze i saw the lyrics on the music stand. inked in my own hand. i needed to know if i could still orient myself in the maze of someone else's fractured melodies. so i unhooked my fists and sat on a stool that's almost forgotten what my body feels like. it took those meat hooks some time to remember what they were made for, but the chord changes came back to me. like a small film you sleep through and forget all about until an unrelated thought unlocks the strongbox halfway through another dirty day. i can sing just like him when i want to, you know. i can slip into the clothes of a dead man without missing a beat. i can be anyone you want me to be, at least until the costume frays and falls apart. this boy is cracking up. this boy is breaking down. 230324 what's it to you? who go blather from