SY: Tight Without


No # 9

on the album,

not knowing why, he

started the guitar at fourteen

beneath the basement stairs hissing

the raw tones of awkward aftermaths.

And he found the darkness soothing,

like an emerald waterfall only harsher,

due to various influences. A silver

pic bringing each violent influx of

noise further to the forefront, then

at sixteen he met a girl who

bent his mind, and stretched

his music taut so the texture

dripped of skill so blue

that he knew no # 9

was the only true

thing that he'd have

to always omit.