My earliest memory is of holding up a sparkler

High up to the darkest sky

Some 4th of July spectacular

I shook it with an urgency

I'll never ever be able to repeat

At times I might could be accused of being

Painfully nostalgic

But as of late I'm looking forward to the future

Though I've never been much of a planner

Throwing caution into the fan

Catch as catch as those catchers can

And so all you observers in your scrutiny

Don't count my scars like tree rings

My jigsaw disposition, its piecemeal properties

Are either smoked or honey cured

By the panic pure

Yeah, yeah

By the panic pure