To the other Bandito, Hey, I hope you're doing ok. how should I start... Here's my condolences. I hope you're doing ok. What am I saying? You just lost your grandpa the day before yesterday. So I wrote you this song in the hopes you'd see it, believe it. I know you won't read it. But I hope the echoes reach your bones and eclipse the cold. And I just hope you'll be ok. You're too young for this. So sorry you have to suffer this. Preposterous - like involuntary oxygen. And all the other words I'm hearing are so thoughtless. I wrote you this letter to help with your grief and if your anxiety steeps, just keep with the beat. Think of all the memories you keep. I think we're losing them all, if only gradually. I know your life won't be the same. He was your legend and you carry his legacy. But don't carry everything. You can do great things, please wait and you'll see. For now take a moment to reside with the silence and feel the grief. I wrote you this letter with the hopes you'd feel better and you'd see it, believe it. I know you won't, but I hope the echoes reach your bones and eclipse the cold. And I just hope you'll be ok. - Sincerely, the other bandito.
this was written by me. I know you won't read this, but I hope you feel it in you. That I care.
