"I'm good." "I'm fine." "I'm...." I've learned to live with the hum of dissonance and friction from wishing it was different. I want to hear my name talked about + called from the highest peaks but I can't shake the themes I sing. I'm due to waste with time. And aren't we all! but I never planned for this, no, I never planned for this slow descent into madness. And I can't help but feel it's personal, the way the sun's come down. The way that life is now. But I'm good, I'm fine. I'm... I've learned to live. The hum undulates and I celebrate and yeah, I'm doing great. I want to hear my name talked about + called from the highest peaks. But I can't shake the themes I sing. I'm due to waste in time.