I was in the dark Slashed by a star Tell us where we are Because I am in the dark In the food court, by the hat store I could love you in such unremarkable ways But mall walker passes Our offer Still should stand And the fat stored, due to food courts We could burn through at some unsurmountable pace As blistering boots will yield with use So socks will sop the brine And golden tooth thats lodged in roof Can not out do the growing kind Is that something that you often don? Or only don it off an on? As candid as a candidate can get and still get picked Thus, the angle tangled in the pitch Credits Released 21 December 2012