Lyrics:
Is a wicked witch anything but a wicked witch?
But which witch is more decietful
Maybe all that we percieve is just a wish
And maybe good and bad are all equal
What's red lipstick on vaginal lips?
Whats a meaningless dictionary or empty theasaurus?
What is the nothing that lies in deep abyss
Standing on the ledge of crazy and eternal nothingness
Whats her perfume but a fleeting satisfaction?
Whats her pretty face without interaction
Whats her skimpy dress if i do not imagine
Whats her heart but a haunted mansion
With windows broken everything sacred stolen
And any one who tries finds the lock frozen?
Everyone who tries to enters wisked away by a wintery wind
But this girl was so cold i had to try to get in
But whats a story if it doesnt begin?
Whats end without beginning and beginning without end
Nothings everything and everythings nothing but pretend
What are these sheets without a best imaginary friend?
Whats birds and bees if they never catch the trend
And whats winter without freeze
Spring without flowers
Summer without sun and fall without leaves?
What is time without hours?
Is a diamond forever or is that just what we percieve?
Better yet who am i with out she but who is she?

A lingering apparation destine to haunt me
She got me falling deep in my cerebral
The reminicent memories of she and i are haunting
Constant torture from a distant evil
I remember way back when when we still talked
Told me a story bout this gift from an ex, a music box
Had belonged to his grandma passed down by his pops
To her possession see she suffered from depression
And whenever she felt down she used to open up the box and listen
Just herself and the music flowing through her veins
That thump thump of the music helped to ease the pain
And reignite the flame but nothing good ever seems to stay the same
Caught her man in bed with some chick while hammered
She came home and smashed the music box with a hammer
And now her heart beats with a stammer and her brain cant find the answer
But anyway i was in a cypher stuntin when i saw her lookin stunnin
Walked over with my own heart pumpin
Said to her we aint no benjamin button so we should grow something
And she started blushing pretty soon we started crushin
Escalated to fucking, the feeling grown
The minute that i felt it in my heart i went and bough a music box of my own
Let it play through my mind the whole ride home
Pressed against my chest i gave it to her and she was impressed to put it lightly
She held it tightly smiled brightly but her embrace was icey
But really is a war likely without a casualty
Took my music box and walked right out the door casually
But who is she and whered she go with my music box so rapidly
Ughhhhh spin the top
Maybe that was all inception
Who are you to tell me different that is my perception
As i stare into a mirror with no reflection
I been dealing with rejection ever since an adolescent
I been looking for connection im a poorly made router with a lot of good intentions
But anyway these are my confessions written in blood
Heart ripped out my chest on the search for love
I mean how can you find something so elusive
That weather or not its really real aint conclusive
Its just plain stupid man i think im losing it
Who am i who am i
Spin the top till the music from the box cease
Maybe then i'll be at peace
But i got find a way to be content in a world in which its evident
That your delusional if you aint pessimist
And yet there's nothing in that damn glass but desolate empty
Not half full not half empty no symmetry
Cuz in your headss the only place where you can find infinity
The imagery of happiness is not real until you craft it in your mind skillfully
I hear the music box playin in my brain ambitiously
And now i know that shes a part of me
Spin the top kick the chair make it stop
Who is she, trouble
Who is she who is she

who is she? (Music Box)

Sometime last year I was waiting in line at a concert in downtown Minneapolis.  An elderly couple walked by holding hands, which wasn't out of the ordinary.  What was out of the ordinary was the fact that they were blind, walking along with the use of their walking sticks.  For some reason this couple struck me as the most pure thing ever.  THEY CAN'T EVEN SEE EACH OTHER.  Imagine a love where looks are literally not even an object.  It really struck me as something incredible and that lovely elderly couple inspired this song.  Please enjoy Wait, and shout out to that couple.  I hope their love grows fonder each day.

Wait (featuring Rae McCrank, Jonathon Shields, and Emma Trzynka)

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Produced by Forecast and North Star Wisdom

Mixed and Mastered by The L(EYE)TE

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