By Leo Callanen

 

What lies between the space between two lives? 

Sophomore albums sound better on your first try. 

I’ll leave pieces of myself for you to find; 

When put together it still looks better in my mind. 

Growing up but never really growing old; 

Your warm and fuzzy feelings still feel cold. 

Starting over isn’t easy but at least we’re not alone.

I reinvent myself for my funeral thinking I’m being reborn. 

Between the page and the grave, I’m thinking:

You could bring me back the right way.