D’ya know that tremble? No?
The one that pushes ya to the edge
Of a seat, and makes you shift
Your hands to make sure solids
Are still solid? It’s not cold.

D’ya hear those words? No?
Those ones that transcend the page
They are written on and lift
The corners of your mouth
To a grin? It’s no joke.

D’ya feel that tingle? No?
wet sponge inside your head.
Sparkign waves crashing, rift
Your body into two feeling.
That are good? It’s no shock.

Do you feel that realization
That all things you have once
Done were done so bad
And you were shit but now
You know? It’s not bad!