It's like coloring in the white spaces.

Hello April, it's nice to have you drop by again. I hope we're not gonna have arguments this time around. Stay for tea or stay for the night if you'd like to. But don't get in my way with your pesky little social issues again. So, as random as this can get; if music was ever a guy, he'd be a simple dude. Not too tall, not too short, not too skinny, not too fat. A pair of grungy Levi's on and a washed out band tee with that oh-so-corny washed out flannel. Maybe a beanie or a cap with an iron-on from the 60's. Those over-used pair of sneakers and really screwed up hair. Waiting at the train station with a Dr.Pepper in one hand and a bag of Cheetos in the other. "Hello Mr.Music, it's nice to finally meet the dude that defines my day."