Sifting through the rubble it’s plain to see
Avoiding rifts we always stayed seated
The very last thing you wanted to be
But a “bad guy” was just what I needed
Over and over we weathered the storm
Banging up against a bad dynamic
Standing together on the el platform
Talking about shapes I became manic
I was on a dodecahedron ride
Buckled fast in and loving to holler
When you told me spheres have infinite sides
You became the silver to my dollar
So you don’t know exactly who you are
Cosmic dust uncovers a nascent star
