16th June, 2021
A wake-up call to celebrate the worth
A medication of questions non-absurd
A daybreak to waive the panic
And to fix the way I look after you
Some missteps in my system of mayhem
Where's the Wikihow when you need it?
I would look for consolation
But all I want to look for is you
Take home the rocks and smile at the songs
I hope this doesn't take too long
A drive towards the middle of the night
So I won't let you leave my sight
Checkups on being down to earth
And quitting the scares that made me this way
I'll soon bе there to hold your worries
Without fеar of losing the day
Halt the scratches and stop all the words
And band-aid my brain until it's absurd
Holding the hours that won't let go
And bring back the joy in our first hellos
I'll tell myself:
"This is not a misstep, this is emotional baggage. Did somebody pack it for you? Fear is universal, but panic is a joke. These words call from experiences washed in The Brave Little Abacus tie-ins and walks in your favourite woods. Can I hold your hand before it's not there to hold any more? 'Cos my scene without you is like a pop band without the Partridges."
