So OK Tangles precede But you keep calling This philosophy We're so tangled up in fluids I see myself as you Or some strain of melancholy Where light goes in But won't come out It's way more fabulous If morning never comes Soft darkness Some solid parts These neural paths are new There's a lot i don't recognize in here I might need some naming rights Fond memories of me Wear it out in public places With lights turned down Or lights on bright