This is a song about "Each"

Refillable to each conditional visual.

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

But two parts each bein half.

Just put your hand on the glass

Each time we had a cold sore

And slid back north of course to pen more

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

Each action of havoc that happens on screen

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

And we just enough heads to occupy one small verse each)

Each time we had a cold sore

Something worth dying for

As we all play twister with each other...

And none drum, iller than ninth wonder

Others dance with each others other,

The ice ain't really nothing to her