Gramercy

Finally

I can breathe

A full breath

And ask you if

You, my friend

Will keep buyin new pens?

And if you my brother

Will keep comin back to hug us?

My storm is nearly out of town

And it doesn't seem

Like i drowned

But you

Always know best

So tell me

Am I free to rest?

Am I free to grow?

Cuz Brae I don't know

If Solway will stay

If i can say that

The Storm Is Over

Or if this forecast is a lie, I won't know until i'm older

So Brae

I am on my way

To make your lines

And create the time

For You and I

To fly

Now that I am finally

Dry

I'm delayin' keys on Maroneal

And reelin' tapes past Saturn's ring

I'm fishin' free, i'm meant to be

Out of breath with a broken phasor

Days for Paper and Pencils, i'm tense with utensils

And Lending my pen for an orbiting accidental

That i find since this sharp Broken Squirt bottle flattened my timpani's spindles

I'm on Benz with 2 friends, 6 of which ain't really there

But I really care about my Saturnite sisters and big brothers

Born bij Y'alls Brays

Brace yourself, i'm an off kilter killa

Livin' in the Third Room with a host of Mystics

And Gorillaz restin set to Yesterday's

Rest of Brae is just today

So I tell our chordal Mortal, hey the portal is best stepped through, imported

From Florists with a clue and constructed Turtles

Fullest circle found for four fictional fraternals

I'm eternal at least for the evening, i'm a bore in store

And an animal in Venus, i'm obscene and this scene is green but

What i mean is i'm not seen til your smile will glean

And glean it will, on Gramercy's plane past October's mean date

Locked the doors and keys recently