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.