When the casual overlap becomes a lot less casual,
You will sit cross-legged and I will suit up.
We will talk about the formalities
And discuss the well-formed habits that
We've worn down to a point, to sign peace,
Or to pierce the night for more
So that the stars run down the blackened sky
And collect in our mouths in a soapy mix.
Hopefully it's nothing that decisions bad
And a splash of sour could not fix.