Bring me bread I don’t know what’s on in my head but bread would steady me ready me to face your face in this place this dungeon that was once wet this stage with no audience Any loaf will do except sourdough I am not here to be sour but to listen for an hour or eight Think of it like a date but in reverse Where, as time goes on - as we speak, we know less of each other You see now why a loaf would be good? Bring bread and we will break it together.
