.:the.albedo.effect:. Volume One

That of course is why I‘m

Fumbling my words like foreiGn tounges
The language that we think In won’t always tRanslate
The way we want
and wishing I‘d fail gladly in response

Starting from imperfect is a rush
but every single flaW that I exempliFy
builds
mo
mentum to the overhanginG touch
I‘m wounded, mincing words with wiseR men
who I’m convinced don’t exist

I was thinking I’d reap What I read
but Alexander’s words ringing in my ears
Find me hope that I’m not an extant breed
What’s so oriGInal about this cRime?

Turning points
Our severed joints serve as a crutch
In different ways we
make
our noise

Blissful joys
the meaninglessness of our ploys
Compatible or
Volatile

I
reciprocate
the foundations found in our little dance
the blank verbal gunfight

I think you’ll
appreciate
the function of my fragile little stance
when I get this right

until then
believe me when I say that I understand
believe me when I say the words won’t be so bland

Ain’t it something hoW the tides can turn
I never realized it coulda been my Fault
We hurry up the winding paths of GrIm assault
Leftover angeR can disappoint

I was thinking you’d set all the terms
because When I Finally Get It Right we’ll have that pause
realizations hit the healing burns
You’re Wishing I‘d Fail Gladly In Response

Time to open up
the flood gates
a comprehensive play on romance
if I word this right

until then
believe me when I say that I understand
believe me when I say my words can withstand
everything
that you throw
at them